Singest of summer in full-mid summer night’s dream essay ease. O for a draught of vintage! Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South!
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. To toll me back from thee to my sole self! As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Briefly Compare the Political Regime Type in China and India. Which of the Two Would You Prefer to Do Business in and Why? Effects of Corruption in the Phil.