Then I beat my tabor, At... «The Tempest»
robot26 января 2017Then I beat my tabor, At which like unbacked colts they pricked their ears, Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses As they smelt music, so I charmed their ears That calf-like they my lowing followed, through Toothed briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns, Which entered their frail shins.
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