How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines... The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens ... - Page 463 by William Shakespeare - 1851 Full view -
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