时间：2009-06-01
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Burst forth, my tears - Catherine King/Jacob Heringman/The Rose Consort of Viols
Written by：JohnDowland
Burst forth my tears assist my forward grief
And show what pain imperious love provokes
Kind tender lambs lament love's scant relief
And pine since pensive care my freedom yokes
O pine to see me pine o pine to see me pine my tender flocks
O pine to see me pine o pine to see me pine my tender flocks
Sad sad pining care that never may have peace
At beautys gate in hope of pity knocks
But mercy sleeps while deep disdain increase
And beauty hope in her fair bosom locks
O grieve to hear my grief o grieve to hear my grief
My tender flocks
O grieve to hear my grief o grieve to hear my grief
My tender flocks
Like like to the winds my sighs have winged been
Yet are my sighs and suits repaid with mocks
I plead yet she repineth at my teen
O ruthless rigour harder than the rocks
That both the shepherd kills
That both the shepherd kills and his poor flocks
That both the shepherd kills
That both the shepherd kills and his poor flocks
