by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Injurious hours, whilst any joy doth bless me
Language: English 
Injurious hours, whilst any joy doth bless me,
With speedy wings you fly and so release me;
But if some sorrow do oppress my heart,
You creep as if you never meant to part.

Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age, ed. by A. H. Bullen, London, John C. Nimmo, 1887, page 59.


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This text was added to the website: 2014-02-25
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