William Shakespeare. 1564-1616
139. Aubade
1 min to read 44 words
HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty bin, My lady sweet, arise! Arise, arise!
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William Shakespeare. 1564-1616
140. Fidele
1 min to read 137 words
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