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 318
por William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811
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