Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. The Works of William Shakspeare: The Text Formed from an Intirely New ... - الصفحة 80 بواسطة William Shakespeare - 1844 عرض كامل -
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