Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.


Blogger Manuel said...

E não se cita o autor, o Bardo? Já recomenda a Wikipédia: cite sempre as fontes... :)


12:18 da manhã  
Blogger Manuel said...

Esquece... O Bardo dispensa apresentações, né? :)

12:19 da manhã  

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