domenica 16 marzo 2014

Poet's corner No.17

"There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleas’d my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her till I die.

Her free behaviour, winning looks,
Will make a lawyer burn his books;
I touch’d her not, alas! not I,
And yet I love her till I die.

Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
Judge you that think such sports were harms,
Were’t any harm? no, no, fie, fie,
For I will love her till I die.

Should I remain confined there
So long as Ph{oe}bus in his sphere,
I to request, she to deny,
Yet would I love her till I die.

Cupid is winged and doth range,
Her country so my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die."

There is a Lady sweet and kind
Thomas Ford's Music of Sundry Kinds

2 commenti:

  1. Ciao Alessia,
    Scusami se 'sporco' ignobilmente questo bel post ma volevo comunicarti che ti ho insignito del prestgiosissimo 'Boomstick Award'... ovviamente è un giochino per cinefili, ma mi è utile per rinnovare la mia stima per te e il mio apprezzamento per il tuo blog. Se ti va passa pure qui:

    1. grazie mille per il Premio, passo subito da te! A great Honour, thank you :)


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