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... 'd thee once . The juice of it on sleeping eye - lids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees . 170 X Fetch me this herb ; and be thou here 24 A Midsummer - Night's Dream Act II.
... 'd thee once . The juice of it on sleeping eye - lids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees . 170 X Fetch me this herb ; and be thou here 24 A Midsummer - Night's Dream Act II.
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... sleeps Titania sometime of the night , Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight ; And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin , 255 Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in ; And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes , And ...
... sleeps Titania sometime of the night , Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight ; And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin , 255 Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in ; And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes , And ...
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... sleeps . Enter Oberon [ and squeezes the flower on Titania's eyelids ] . Obe . What thou seest when thou dost wake , Do it for thy true - love take , Love and languish for his sake . Be it ounce , or cat , or bear , Pard , or boar with ...
... sleeps . Enter Oberon [ and squeezes the flower on Titania's eyelids ] . Obe . What thou seest when thou dost wake , Do it for thy true - love take , Love and languish for his sake . Be it ounce , or cat , or bear , Pard , or boar with ...
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... sleep give thee all his rest ! 45 50 55 55 61 Her . With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd ! Enter [ Robin Goodfellow ] . Robin . Through the forest have I gone , But Athenian found I none , On whose eyes I might approve This ...
... sleep give thee all his rest ! 45 50 55 55 61 Her . With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd ! Enter [ Robin Goodfellow ] . Robin . Through the forest have I gone , But Athenian found I none , On whose eyes I might approve This ...
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... sleeping sound , On the dank and dirty ground . Pretty soul ! she durst not lie Near this lack - love kill - courtesy . Churl , upon thy eyes I throw 75 All the power this charm doth owe . When thou wak'st , let love forbid 80 Sleep his ...
... sleeping sound , On the dank and dirty ground . Pretty soul ! she durst not lie Near this lack - love kill - courtesy . Churl , upon thy eyes I throw 75 All the power this charm doth owe . When thou wak'st , let love forbid 80 Sleep his ...
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Page 24 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 93 - That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream...
Page 78 - And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or, in the night, imagining some fear.
Page 6 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Page 9 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 53 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted But yet an union in partition...
Page 18 - Swifter than the moon'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 dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 24 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 22 - The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attain'da beard : The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock...
Page 24 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.