 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pàgines
...And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled, and inseparable. 10 — i. 3. 83 Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having...That birds would sing, and think it were not night. Bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 pàgines
...in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her ere in heaven Would through the airy region stream so...That birds would sing, and think it were not night. Se**, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 530 pàgines
...sick and green, And none but fools do wear it ; cast it off. — It is my lady ; O, it is my love ! 0 that she knew she were ! — She speaks, yet she says...upon her hand ! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks. — O, speak again, bright angel ! for... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 pàgines
...sick and green, And none but fools do wear it ; cast it off. — It is my lady ; O, it is my love ! 0 that she knew she were ! — She speaks, yet she says...night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! 0 that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 pàgines
...And, wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled, and inseparable. 10 — i. 3. 83 Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having...That birds would sing, and think it were not night. Bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 pàgines
...eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head 1 The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,...That birds would sing, and think it were not night. Bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 312 pàgines
...already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid, since she is envious ; Her vestal livery is but sick...bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 608 pàgines
...The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp : her eyes in heaven6 Would through the airy region stream so bright, That...her hand ! O ! that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek7. Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks : O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 340 pàgines
...return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those As daylight doth a lamp ; her eye in heaven Would...so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were nut night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pàgines
...already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick...her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! /linn. She speaks : — O, speak again, bright angel !... | |
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tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,... 
