Mopsa the Fairy By Jean Ingelow |
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MELON SEEDS. Mopsa the Fairy |  |
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CHAPTER XIII. MELON SEEDS.
Rosalind.Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Touchstone.
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
As you Like it.
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[Little babe, while burns the west]
Little babe, while burns the west,
Warm thee, warm thee in my breast;
While the moon doth shine her best,
And the dews distil not.
Warm thee, warm thee in my breast;
While the moon doth shine her best,
And the dews distil not.
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All the land so sad, so fair—
Sweet its toils are, blest its care.
Child, we may not enter there!
Some there are that will not.
Sweet its toils are, blest its care.
Child, we may not enter there!
Some there are that will not.
Fain would I thy margins know,
Land of work, and land of snow;
Land of life, whose rivers flow
On, and on, and stay not.
Land of work, and land of snow;
Land of life, whose rivers flow
On, and on, and stay not.
Fain would I thy small limbs fold,
While the weary hours are told,
Little babe in cradle cold.
Some there are that may not.
While the weary hours are told,
Little babe in cradle cold.
Some there are that may not.
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