PUCK My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to church-yards: damned spirit all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone; For fearContinue reading “Spirits of another sort”
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Those be rubies
Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon’s sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green: The cowslips tell her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies,Continue reading “Those be rubies”