Dirge Of The Three Queens

Dirge Of The Three Queens Poem By William Shakespeare!

URNS and odours bring away!
Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
Sacred vials fill’d with tears,
And clamours through the wild air flying!
Come, all sad and solemn shows,
;That are quick-eyed Pleasure’s foes!
We convent naught else but woes.

Dirge Of The Three Queens

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