William Shakespeare. 1564-1616
127. Fairy Land i
1 min to read 77 words
OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moone's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green: The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
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William Shakespeare. 1564-1616
128. Fairy Land ii
1 min to read 104 words
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