“There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.”
Quote by William Shakespeare
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Source: Histories of Shakespeare in Plain and Simple English (a Modern Translation and the Original Version)
Source: The works of William Shakespeare
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