Luyện nghe bài hát Fair And 'guiling Copesmate Death

"Gaunt and
Reflecteth the shield this welkin' aghast,
And with translateth to gild'd black post and fast."
"Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside,
Crawl this velvet-clad coffin blest,
The bottom sand of the is at tide,
'Tis and hath e'er been merry blood to -
To be adust for time can I not bide,
Hence the heart out thro' the chest!
Misery thee?! - misery me! -
For in Time's durance am I but wee."
"Sensing pine is as deep as the
chasm,
Hither! - and fulfil my phantasm!
Cherish me and do me laud -
For dread! - thine eyes will behold a faugh'd."
"This tender and loving I to the bequeath,
Thence wilt thou errant to 'Neath."
"And to me should'st be the humblemost knave,
Lest fear! - I on thy cist and grave! -
leer I at thee and do bewitch,
And the tharms fluttering and eldritch."
"To conquer thee and thy for glore
Art thou my and reluctant whore;
Irksomely coy, wilied by alarum,
this torture and maim with decorum."
"If e'er always was I this and blithe
Would I to but its wee tithe."
"Purvey my ache and quench my urge,
And to thee will I sing the

Deliver thy blood the rill filleth the ghyll."
"Burrow to the trothplight the Nigh and Devil! -
Bid Him to with me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill."
"Whilom thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,
Elsewise will I
thine to turn whist;
I the snath and cut off thine breath,
So that thou canst in darkness and vester,
For do I solely what He to me saith."
"Death - oh! fair and copesmate Death,
Be not a malais'd beggar; claim this jester!"