His Golden Locks7/26/2018 His golden locks Time hath to silver turned.
O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing: His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers' sonnets turn to holy psalms. A man at arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers which are Age's alms. And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song: Beauty, Strength, Youth are flow'rs but fading seen. Duty, Faith and Love are roots and evergreen. Comments are closed.
DowlandThese enduring poems demonstrate the extreme melancholic affection, popular in the time of Dowland at courts of powerful monarchs such as Queen Elizabeth I of England over 400 years ago. These pieces come alive in musical performance and emote an ironic humor by revealing both vague and blatant subtexts. Songs
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