Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,And ye that on the sands with printless footDo chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly himWhen he comes back; you demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the...
Years and years ago, there was a production of The Tempest, out of doors, at an Oxford college on a lawn, which was the stage, and the lawn went back towards the lake in the grounds of the college, an...
Good wombs have borne bad sons.-- (Miranda, I:2)
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...