Luyện nghe bài hát Ode to Cynthia

Queen and huntress, and fair,
Now the sun is to sleep,
in thy silver chair,
State in manner keep.

Earth, let not thy envious
itself to interpose;
Cynthia's orb was made
to cheer when day did close.

Lay thy bow of apart,
And thy quiver,
Give unto the flying
Space to breathe, how soever.

entreats thy light,
Goddess bright.
Bless us then with wished
Thou mak'st a day of night.