LRC歌词
[ti:Holy Sonnet X]
[ar:The Lost Poets Band、John Donne]
[al:The Indian Burying Ground]
[by:krc转qrc工具]
[offset:0]
[00:19.80]HOLY SONNETS.
[00:24.96]X.
[00:32.80]Death, be not proud
[00:34.94]though some have called thee
[00:36.42]Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so
[00:39.85]For those
[00:40.47]whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
[00:41.94]Die not, poor Death
[00:45.04]nor yet canst thou kill me
[00:55.15]From rest and sleep
[00:56.72]which but thy pictures be
[00:58.81]Much pleasure
[00:59.88]then from thee much more must flow
[01:02.30]And soonest our best men with thee do go
[01:05.68]Rest of their bones
[01:07.11]and soul's delivery
[01:16.37]Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings
[01:18.99]and desperate men
[01:20.19]And dost with poison, war
[01:22.06]and sickness dwell
[01:23.38]And poppy
[01:24.44]or charms can make us sleep as well
[01:26.90]And better than thy stroke
[01:28.94]why swell'st thou then
[01:30.67]One short sleep past
[01:39.91]we wake eternally
[01:41.87]And Death shall be no more
[01:44.22]Death, thou shalt die
[ar:The Lost Poets Band、John Donne]
[al:The Indian Burying Ground]
[by:krc转qrc工具]
[offset:0]
[00:19.80]HOLY SONNETS.
[00:24.96]X.
[00:32.80]Death, be not proud
[00:34.94]though some have called thee
[00:36.42]Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so
[00:39.85]For those
[00:40.47]whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
[00:41.94]Die not, poor Death
[00:45.04]nor yet canst thou kill me
[00:55.15]From rest and sleep
[00:56.72]which but thy pictures be
[00:58.81]Much pleasure
[00:59.88]then from thee much more must flow
[01:02.30]And soonest our best men with thee do go
[01:05.68]Rest of their bones
[01:07.11]and soul's delivery
[01:16.37]Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings
[01:18.99]and desperate men
[01:20.19]And dost with poison, war
[01:22.06]and sickness dwell
[01:23.38]And poppy
[01:24.44]or charms can make us sleep as well
[01:26.90]And better than thy stroke
[01:28.94]why swell'st thou then
[01:30.67]One short sleep past
[01:39.91]we wake eternally
[01:41.87]And Death shall be no more
[01:44.22]Death, thou shalt die
文本歌词
HOLY SONNETS.
X.
Death, be not proud
though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so
For those
whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death
nor yet canst thou kill me
From rest and sleep
which but thy pictures be
Much pleasure
then from thee much more must flow
And soonest our best men with thee do go
Rest of their bones
and soul's delivery
Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings
and desperate men
And dost with poison, war
and sickness dwell
And poppy
or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke
why swell'st thou then
One short sleep past
we wake eternally
And Death shall be no more
Death, thou shalt die
