Luyện nghe bài hát Fair And 'guiling Copesmate Death

"Gaunt and
Reflecteth the silver shield this aghast,
And with haste to gild'd black post and fast."
"Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside,
Crawl without this velvet-clad blest,
The bottom sand of the is at tide,
and hath e'er been merry blood to pest -
To be adust for time can I not bide,
Hence the heart out thro' the chest!
thee?! - Rather misery me! -
For in Time's durance am I but wee."
"Sensing pine is as deep as the
chasm,
Hither! - cede and my phantasm!
Cherish me and do me laud -
For dread! - thine eyes will behold a faugh'd."
"This tender and pest I to the bequeath,
swiftly wilt thou errant to 'Neath."
"And to me should'st be the humblemost knave,
Lest fear! - I on thy cist and grave! -
Lest leer I at and do bewitch,
And the tharms claw'd and eldritch."
"To conquer thee and thy for glore
Art thou my afeared and reluctant
Irksomely coy, wilied by alarum,
Bear this torture and maim decorum."
"If e'er always was I blissful and blithe
I resign to but its wee tithe."
"Purvey my and quench my profoundest urge,
And to thee will I the lull-dull

Deliver thy like the rill filleth the ghyll."
"Burrow to the trothplight with the and Devil! -
Bid Him to league with me - forsooth, to 'come 'twill."
"Whilom thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,
will I coerce
thine consonantry to turn
Grasp I the and cut off thine breath,
So thou canst in darkness and inferno vester,
For do I solely He to me liefly saith."
"Death - oh! and 'guiling copesmate Death,
Be not a malais'd beggar; this bloody jester!"