 Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners...  Twelfth-night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night ... - Página 318por William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Masolino D'Amico - 2007 - 255 páginas
...the moones sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green... The cowslips tali her pensioners be, In their gold coats spots you see:...dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear... (II, i, 1-15). PUCK Ehilà, spirito! Dove te ne vai? FATA Per colle, per vallata, per cespuglio, per... | |
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