Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not... The Works of William Shakespeare: The tempest. The two gentlemen of Verona ... - Pagina 62 di William Shakespeare - 1863 Visualizzazione completa -
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