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Tue 11 Feb, 2003 07:08 am
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily,merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I
W. Shakespeare
1623
Full Fathom Five
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Din-dong.
Hark! now I hear them-Ding-dong, bell.
William Shakespeare (1623)
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