ISABELLA:葛生千夏 1986
LXI.
O Melancholy, turn thine eyes away!
O Music, Music, breathe despondingly!
O Echo, Echo, on some other day,
From isles Lethean, sigh to us - O sigh!
Spirits of grief, sing not your «Well-a-way!»
For Isabel, sweet Isabel, will die;
Will die a death too lone and incomplete,
Now they have taen away her Basil sweet.
LXIII.
And so she pined, and so she died forlorn,
Imploring for her Basil to the last.
No heart was there in Florence but did mourn
In pity of her love, so overcast.
And a sad ditty of this story born
From mouth to mouth through all the country passd:
Still is the burthen sung - «O cruelty,
«To steal my Basil-pot away from me!»
hi baby
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decadanceful 2 years ago
i will kill you when u sleep
nycpntr 2 years ago
velvet underground ? lol
You are a hearing handicapped person.
This is dirty singing voice resemblance European ancient music.
decadanceful 2 years ago
what is this? so funny. sounds like nico from velvet underground. nice stuff though
nycpntr 2 years ago