Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

When fourty shall beside you brow
and dig deep wounds in beauty now
Your youth's livery so gazed on me
tomorrow be darkened sealed

how a bird lies tangeled in a net
Pure shame and awed resistance made him
So fastened in her arms the lies
She more beauty in his varied eyes

Cut is the brunch might be grown
you faith, the treasure of your lusty days

Then asked where all your beauty lies
I say it to deep-sunken eyes
"As if the the living should exceed
possessed by heavens and hand"

He burns with shame
She with her tears quench the maiden
off her cheeks
Then with her windy and golden hands
to and blow them dry again she seeks

Look how a painter would surpass his
His art with workmanship at strife
In limmming out a steed
as if the the living should exceed