Tag: william_shakespeare

And say which grain will grow and which will not
Every elf and fairy sprite hop as light as bird from brier
Stars, hide your fires
Let not light see my black and deep desires
The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor
Come, let’s make haste; she’ll soon be back again
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
You spotted snakes with double tongue
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong
Come not near our fairy Queen
Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!
So quick bright things come to confusion
It is not night when I do see your face
The summer still doth tend upon my state
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
To hear the sea-maid’s music