Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep And ample interchange of sweet discourse, When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! | Now cheer each other in each other's love: |
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.-- | But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, |
These violent delights have violent ends, That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully; But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully;