Beside the old hall-fire—upon my nurse’s knee,
Of happy fairy days—what tales were told to me!
I thought the world was once—all peopled with princesses,
And my heart would beat to hear—their loves and their distresses;
And many a quiet night—in slumber sweet and...
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From “a Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Act II. Sc. 1. OVER hill, over dale, |
The Summer sun was sinking The robin was singing sweetly, |
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