The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water...
The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Cæser. Antony and ... - Pagina 121
door William Shakespeare - 1839
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