SONG.-Don Ant. Tell me, my lute, can thy soft strain So gently speak thy master's pain? So softly sing, so humbly sigh, That, though my sleeping love shall know Who sings-who sighs below, Her rosy slumbers shall not fly? Thus, may some vision whisper more Than ever I dare speak before. I. Mas. Antonio, your mistress will never wake, while you sing so dolefully; love, like a cradled infant, is lulled by a sad melody. Don Ant. I do not wish to disturb her rest.

Medios de comunicación	Libros Paperback Book (Libro con tapa blanda y lomo encolado)
Publicado	17 de mayo de 2017
ISBN13	9781546653738
Editores	Createspace Independent Publishing Platf
Páginas	70
Dimensiones	152 × 229 × 4 mm · 104 g
Lengua	English