The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... again , it had a dying fall : O , it came o'er my ear , like the fweet fouth That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing and giving odour . Huh ! no more ; ' Tis not fo fweet now as it was before . I Duke . ACT I. O fpirit of love ...
... again , it had a dying fall : O , it came o'er my ear , like the fweet fouth That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing and giving odour . Huh ! no more ; ' Tis not fo fweet now as it was before . I Duke . ACT I. O fpirit of love ...
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