 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 pàgines
...twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Bom. I would I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I :...night," till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thy eyes, peace in thy breast ! — 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 pàgines
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in its twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast * ! — adds, " This species of hawk had the epithet of gentle annexed to it, from the ease with which... | |
 | H. O. Apthorp - 1858 - 312 pàgines
...silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROM. I would I were thy bird. JOL. Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much...night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say—good night, till it be morrow. SHAKSPEAKE. READING WITH SPECTACLES. A CERTAIN artist—I've forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 836 pàgines
...a little from her* hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk t thread plucks n, thec with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow/ That I shall say... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 832 pàgines
...twisted gyves, And with a silk t thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Ron. I would, I were thy bird. JUL. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishiiig. Good night, good night ! parting is sueh sweet sorrow,4 That I shall say — good night,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 662 pàgines
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,2 And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROM....night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I snail say — good night, till it be morrow. [Exit. ROM. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 pàgines
...twisted gyves, * And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Som. I would I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I :...That I shall say— good night, till it be morrow. [Sxii. Som. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! — 'AVould I were sleep and peace,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 404 pàgines
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good-night, good-night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 964 pàgines
...thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROM. I would, I were thy bird. JTJL. I sue euch sweet sorrow,4 That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow. [JSÜÍ. ROM. Sleep dwell upon... | |
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Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow. 
