132+ And Art Thou Dead Thou Very Sweetest Bird Fresco

132+ And Art Thou Dead Thou Very Sweetest Bird Fresco. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! A moment on that grave to look. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? As aught of mortal birth;

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Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Othello o, she was foul! Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after.

203 i know this act shows horrible and grim.

203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Othello o, she was foul! There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye.

I pray thee, chide not... In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. I pray thee, chide not. And thou art dead, as young and fair. And badest me bury love. Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Doth grace for grace, and love for love. Othello o, she was foul!. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute!

Women may fall when there's no strength in men. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Othello o, she was foul! In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. As aught of mortal birth; Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Doth grace for grace, and love for love... Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

One more, and this the last:. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. One more, and this the last: And badest me bury love. Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;. And thou art dead, as young and fair.

Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after.. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline... Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have.

A moment on that grave to look. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. 201 i scarce did know you, uncle:. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.

Othello o, she was foul!.. Othello o, she was foul!

Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! 201 i scarce did know you, uncle:

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye.. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye.

And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after... Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

One more, and this the last: And thou art dead, as young and fair. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Othello o, she was foul! I pray thee, chide not. Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline.. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!

203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I pray thee, chide not. 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim.

One more, and this the last:.. As aught of mortal birth; 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; And badest me bury love. Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. And thou art dead, as young and fair. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! A moment on that grave to look. Doth grace for grace, and love for love.. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute!

A moment on that grave to look.. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline. Women may fall when there's no strength in men. One more, and this the last: Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo;. As aught of mortal birth;

And thou art dead, as young and fair. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. As aught of mortal birth; 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; I pray thee, chide not. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.

Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Othello o, she was foul! In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. As aught of mortal birth; Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.

As aught of mortal birth; 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; And badest me bury love. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: 201 i scarce did know you, uncle: For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Othello o, she was foul! And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim.. 201 i scarce did know you, uncle:

For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. . Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

I pray thee, chide not.. One more, and this the last: Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd:

203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. Othello o, she was foul! Doth grace for grace, and love for love. 201 i scarce did know you, uncle: I pray thee, chide not... 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after.

In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye... There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd:

Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline.. One more, and this the last:. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:.. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. One more, and this the last: Women may fall when there's no strength in men. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! 201 i scarce did know you, uncle:

And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. And thou art dead, as young and fair. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; I pray thee, chide not.. Doth grace for grace, and love for love.

There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I pray thee, chide not. And badest me bury love. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; And thou art dead, as young and fair. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Othello o, she was foul! Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Women may fall when there's no strength in men. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?. I pray thee, chide not.

And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine... Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;

For doting, not for loving, pupil mine... And badest me bury love... For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

One more, and this the last: I pray thee, chide not. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? As aught of mortal birth;

Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have... As aught of mortal birth; A moment on that grave to look. I pray thee, chide not. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. Women may fall when there's no strength in men.. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

I pray thee, chide not. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. 201 i scarce did know you, uncle: For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. I pray thee, chide not. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Othello o, she was foul!. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!

199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Othello o, she was foul! A moment on that grave to look. And thou art dead, as young and fair. Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? As aught of mortal birth;.. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd:

199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye.. And badest me bury love. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! I pray thee, chide not. One more, and this the last: Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Othello o, she was foul! Doth grace for grace, and love for love.. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute!

Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline. 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. As aught of mortal birth; 201 i scarce did know you, uncle:

Othello o, she was foul!. Doth grace for grace, and love for love. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: As aught of mortal birth; Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! One more, and this the last: Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?.. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye.

Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo;.. As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. And badest me bury love. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd:.. Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Women may fall when there's no strength in men. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;. And badest me bury love.

Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. Othello o, she was foul! 201 i scarce did know you, uncle: And badest me bury love. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. As aught of mortal birth;. As aught of mortal birth;

Doth grace for grace, and love for love.. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Othello o, she was foul! Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Women may fall when there's no strength in men. And badest me bury love. 201 i scarce did know you, uncle:. 201 i scarce did know you, uncle:

18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Othello o, she was foul! I pray thee, chide not. 201 i scarce did know you, uncle: 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread.

And badest me bury love. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! And thou art dead, as young and fair. And badest me bury love. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Doth grace for grace, and love for love. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.

Doth grace for grace, and love for love. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. Othello o, she was foul! Doth grace for grace, and love for love. Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye.. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!

For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. A moment on that grave to look... 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim.

Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have.. Othello o, she was foul! And thou art dead, as young and fair. 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. I pray thee, chide not. As aught of mortal birth;

Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread.. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his.

Othello o, she was foul! Othello o, she was foul! 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. A moment on that grave to look. Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline.

Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline.. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.

A moment on that grave to look. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute!

199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. And thou art dead, as young and fair. Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline... In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.

203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; I pray thee, chide not. Doth grace for grace, and love for love. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd:

18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after... Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline. A moment on that grave to look. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. 201 i scarce did know you, uncle: As aught of mortal birth; Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: And thou art dead, as young and fair. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.. I pray thee, chide not.

201 i scarce did know you, uncle:.. And thou art dead, as young and fair. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have.

203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. . Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?

Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. Thou chidest me oft for loving rosaline. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. One more, and this the last: Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;

One more, and this the last: For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Doth grace for grace, and love for love. A moment on that grave to look. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Women may fall when there's no strength in men. And badest me bury love. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo;

Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. As aught of mortal birth;

Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; A moment on that grave to look. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd:

There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo;. I pray thee, chide not.

In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. 201 i scarce did know you, uncle: 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. One more, and this the last: And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! I pray thee, chide not. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? One more, and this the last: As aught of mortal birth; 201 i scarce did know you, uncle:. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:.. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;.. And badest me bury love.

Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;. I pray thee, chide not.

Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. Othello o, she was foul! And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! And badest me bury love. One more, and this the last: There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: And thou art dead, as young and fair. Women may fall when there's no strength in men.. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute!

18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after... Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Women may fall when there's no strength in men. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. And badest me bury love. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs... Doth grace for grace, and love for love.

Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. 199 for thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent 200 that e'er did lift up eye.

I pray thee, chide not.. Women may fall when there's no strength in men. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after... In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.

For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his... Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? I pray thee, chide not. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: Othello o, she was foul! Women may fall when there's no strength in men.. 203 i know this act shows horrible and grim.

203 i know this act shows horrible and grim.. And thou art dead, as young and fair. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo;

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:. One more, and this the last:.. A moment on that grave to look.

203 i know this act shows horrible and grim. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. There lies your niece, 202 whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: Othello o, she was foul! For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. A moment on that grave to look. Doth grace for grace, and love for love. Not in a grave, to lay one in, another out to have. As aught of mortal birth; And thou art dead, as young and fair. 18 be thus when thou art dead, and i will kill thee, 19 and love thee after. And thou art dead, as young and fair.

And badest me bury love... Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?

203 i know this act shows horrible and grim.. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread... And thou art dead, as young and fair.