Poetry by
Shakespeare
July 21, 2003 |
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The Tempest |
Be?not?afeared:?the?isle?is?full?of?noises,
Sounds?and?sweet?airs,?that?give?delight,?and?hurt?not.
Sometimes?a?thousand?twangling?instruments
Will?hum?about?mine?ears;?and?sometimes?voices,
That,?if?I?then?had?wak'd?after?long?sleep,
Will?make?me?sleep?again:?and?then,?in?dreaming,
The?clouds?methought?would?open?and?show?riches
Ready?to?drop?upon?me;?that,?when?I?wak'd
I?cried?to?dream?again.?
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