To me, fair friend, you never can be old - Gray, Michael

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"Part of a collection in progress, "Book of Sonnets""

◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Besetzung → SAB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 3

Instrumente Piano

Seiten 8

CPDL Nr. 52570

Bearbeiter Michael Gray

Veröffentlicht 2018-12-09

Lizenz Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summer's pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow Autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! Yet doth beauty like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace preceiv'd; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand Hath motion and my eye may be deceiv'd: For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead. ''William Shakespeare (Sonnet CIV)''