The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage... The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of ... - Página 185 por William Shakespeare - 1805 Vista completa -
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