...upon. They wilfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. Ohe. kespeare Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. Hut, notwithstanding, haste ; make no delay : We may...

...upon. They wilfully themselves exile from light. And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. Obe. Clo. Let me see:—Every 'leven wether tods; every...and odd shilling : fifteen hundred shorn,—what Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. But, notwithstanding, haste ; make no delay : We may...

...yellow-skirted Fayes Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze. But we (says Oberon) are spirits of another sort ; I with the morning's...groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams....

...tempted to suppose that this last, for which no good etymon has been offered, But we (says Oberon) are spirits of another sort; I with the morning's...groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams....

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...upon, They wilfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-browed night. Obe. But we are spirits of another sort. I with the Morning's love 3 have oft made sport ; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all...

...upon, They wilfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-browed night. Obe. But we are spirits of another sort. I with the Morning's love a have oft made sport; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all...

...boy; And then I will her charmed eye release From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. Obe. But we are spirits of another sort. I with the Morning's love 3 have oft made sport; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all...

...upon, They wilfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-browed night. Obe, But we are spirits of another sort. I with the Morning's...groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams....

...upon, They wilfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. OBE. But we are spirits of another sort: I with the morning's love have oft made sport 24 ; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening...