In the meantime, every attempt to awaken attention to these neglected treasures seems deserving of encouragement. The Publishers of this little volume are hopeful, therefore, that, in bringing together in an accessible form the whole of Shakspere's Songs and the best part of his Sonnets, in enriching them with the graceful adornments of Mr. Gilbert's pencil, and in presenting them with all the advantages of choice type and paper, they are doing becoming homage to the Great Poet, and an acceptable service to his world-spread readers.

LUDGATE HILL,

November, 1862.

H. S.

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Ariel's Song

Let me not to the marriage of true minds-It was a lover and his lass

You spotted snakes

Where the bee sucks

Full many a glorious morning have I seen

Blow, blow, thou winter wind

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd

If love make me forsworn

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good

Full fadom five thy father lies

Caliban's Song.

Come, thou monarch of the vine

The Forester's Song.

Crabbed age and youth

My glass shall not persuade me I am old

Sigh no more, ladies

When I consider ev'rything that grows

And will he not come again?

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

Jog on, jog on

cry

Take, O, take those lips away-As it fell upon a day

Song of Oberon and the fairies-Over hill, over dale

Some glory in their birth.

Let those who are in favour with their stars

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes-My love is strengthen'd

When icicles hang by the wall

Autolycus' Song

Under the greenwood tree

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change-Now the hungry lion roars

Come away, come away, Deatlı

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And let me the canakin clink

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead .

Tell me where is fancy bred

Hark! hark! the lark

Against that time, if ever that time come--Lo, here the gentle lark

When I do count the clock that tells the time

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun

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BID me discourse, I will enchant thine ear;
Or like a fairy trip upon the green;
Or like a nymph with long dishevell❜d hair,
Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen.
Love is a spirit all compact of fire,

Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.