ROMEO. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll | Hand in hand, while the sun peered over, (Descends.) descend. JULIET. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord my friend ! I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, ROMEO. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. JULIET. O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again? ROMEO. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. DIVIDED. I. SHAKESPEARE. AN empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom : We two among them wading together, Shaking out honey, treading perfume. Crowds of bees are giddy with clover; Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet; Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet. Flusheth the rise with her purple favor, Gloweth the cleft with her golden ring, "Twixt the two brown butterflies waver, Lightly settle, and sleepily swing. We two walk till the purple dieth, And short dry grass under foot is brown; But one little streak at a distance lieth Green, like a ribbon, to prank the down. II. Over the grass we stepped unto it, And God he knoweth how blithe we were ! Never a voice to bid us eschew it; Hey the green ribbon that showed so fair! Hey the green ribbon ! we kneeled beside it, We parted the grasses dewy and sheen ; Drop over drop there filtered and slided A tiny bright beck that trickled between. Tinkle, tinkle, sweetly it sung to us, Light was our talk as of faëry bells Faëry wedding-bells faintly rung to us, Down in their fortunate parallels. Now! if thou wouldst -- when all have given him over From death to life thou might'st him yet re cover. MICHAEL DRAYTON. FAREWELL! THOU ART TOO DEAR. FAREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing, Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking; AN EARNEST SUIT SHAKESPEARE. TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORSAKE HIM. AND wilt thou leave me thus? And wilt thou leave me thus, And wilt thou leave me thus, And wilt thou leave me thus, Of him that loveth thee? And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay! say nay! SIR THOMAS WYATT. |