If music be the food of love,
Sing on till I am fill'd with joy;
For then my list'ning soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music ev'rywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
And all my senses feasted are,
Tho' yet the treat is only sound,
Sure I must perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:05.061]If music be the food of love,
[00:11.888]Sing on till I am fill'd with joy;
[00:21.326]For then my list'ning soul you move
[00:33.948]To pleasures that can never cloy.
[00:40.406]Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
[00:44.492]That you are music ev'rywhere.
[01:04.250]Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
[01:20.851]And all my senses feasted are,
[01:33.238]Tho' yet the treat is only sound,
[01:40.538]Sure I must perish by your charms,
[01:44.587]Unless you save me in your arms.
If music be the food of love,
Sing on till I am fill'd with joy;
For then my list'ning soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music ev'rywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
And all my senses feasted are,
Tho' yet the treat is only sound,
Sure I must perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:05.061]If music be the food of love,
[00:11.888]Sing on till I am fill'd with joy;
[00:21.326]For then my list'ning soul you move
[00:33.948]To pleasures that can never cloy.
[00:40.406]Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
[00:44.492]That you are music ev'rywhere.
[01:04.250]Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
[01:20.851]And all my senses feasted are,
[01:33.238]Tho' yet the treat is only sound,
[01:40.538]Sure I must perish by your charms,
[01:44.587]Unless you save me in your arms.
Lyrics by：Nahum Tate
Composed by：Henry Purcell
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Outside the city walls
On a wooden cross
A light in the darkness
Bleeding from
Your hands
Flowing from
Your sideA river of mercy
A river of mercy
Your...
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Sancta Mater, istud agas,
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide.
Tui nati vulnerati,
Tam dignati pro me pati,
Poenas mecum divide.
Fac me vere tecu...
O solitude, my sweetest choice!
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult and from noise,
How ye my restless thoughts delight!
O solitude, my sw...
Orride larve! E che da me volete?
Perché Admeto fuggite?
Ah! Si voi siete, che turbate la mente,
e da voi non risente
che un'affanno penoso:
Crude! No...