Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop... The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the ... - Página 365 por William Shakespeare - 1805 Visualização integral -
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