Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Felt

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When fourty shall besiege Your brow
and dig deep wounds in Your now
youth's prout livery so gazed on me
tomorrow will be darkened
Look how a lies tangled in a net
Pure and awed resistance made him fred
So fastened in her arms the favoured
She found more beaty in his varied
Cut is the branch that might be
with Your faith, the treasure of Your days
Then being asked where all Your beaty
I say it to deep-sunken eyes
"As if the dead the should exceed,
possessed by heart and hand"
He burns bashful shame
She with her tears does the maiden
off her cheeks
Then with her windy sighs and hands
to fain and them dry again she seeks
how a painter would surpass his life
His art with nature's worksmanship at
In limming out a steed
as if the dead the living should