And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,... The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a ... - Page 205 by William Shakespeare - 1780 Full view -
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