| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pàgines
...thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn., No nightingale:...candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Jul. Yon light is not day-light,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pàgines
...thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale:...candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Jul, Yon light is not day-light,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pàgines
...thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:9 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale:...candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; * Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:] This is notmerely a poetical... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pàgines
...thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree :9 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale:...candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; 9 Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:"\ This is not merely a poetical... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 924 pàgines
...is of large extent, and would be levered and refined by tri.il. £ann. d. To disjoin ; to disunite. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Sl>ak. How stiff is my vile sense, That I stanfl up and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows !... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 pàgines
...thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale...candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Jid. Yon light is not day-light,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 pàgines
...thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale...candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die. .//(/. Yon light is not d.ay-light,... | |
| William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 pàgines
...thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Befieve me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. ) streak; Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
| William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 pàgines
...thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : lid leve me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streak Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands... | |
| Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 pàgines
...will make a desperate tender u.;u '-.. I JULIET^ EVSKY JU.cT.nr. Stands tip-toe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone, and live ; or stay, and die. Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well ; It is some meteor, that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, And light... | |
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