Pageant of Elizabethan Poetry (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from A Pageant of Elizabethan Poetry

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.

Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.

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Fragment din Un concurs de poezie elizabetanaOrfeu cu lauta sa facuta copaci, iar varfurile muntilor care ingheata, se pleaca cand a cantat muzicii sale plante si flori au izvorat vreodata; ca soarele si averse Au facut o primavara durabila. Tot ce l-a auzit cantand, Chiar si valurile marii, si-au atarnat capetele si apoi s-au intins In muzica dulce este o astfel de arta, Ingrijirea uciderii si durerea inimii Adormi sau, auzind , die.Despre PublisherForgotten Books publica sute de mii de carti rare si clasice.