Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe... The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a ... - Page 63 by William Shakespeare - 1850 Full view -
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