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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.
---Lo, here the gentle lark
When I do count the clock that tells the time
Fear no more the heat o'th' sun
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear;
Or like a fairy trip upon the green ;
Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen.