 It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or...  Cymbeline. Romeo and Juliet - 80. oldalszerző: William Shakespeare - 1788Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 oldal
...of thine Ear, Nightly flie fings on yond Pomgranate Tree, Believe me Love, it was the Nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark, the Herald of the Morn, No Nightingale. Look, Love, what envious Streaks Do lace the fevering Clouds in yonder Eaft: Night's Candles are burnt our, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 oldal
...thine ear : Nightly flie fings on yond pomgranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the Nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1753 - 80 oldal
...Good-night. {Exeunt. SCENE VII. Thi Garden. inter Romeo and Juliet above at a window, a ladder of'Ropesfet. Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreakt Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft; Night's candles are Durnt out, - and jocund day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 oldal
...of thine ear ; Nightly Ihe fings on yon pomgranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft ; Night's candles are burnt our, and jocund day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 oldal
...of thine ear ; Nightly Ihe fings on yon pomgranate tree ; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 476 oldal
...of thine ear; Nightly (he fings on yon pomgranate tree": Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreakj Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder ea(t : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 oldal
...[Exeunt. 'Fore me. It is fo very late, that we SCENE V. "Juliets chamber. Enter Romeo and. Juliet. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious fcrcaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder Eaft; Jul. Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 oldal
...thine ear ; Nightly (he fings on yon pomegranate tree T : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious ilreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft : flight's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 oldal
...of 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....envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder East: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tip-toe on the misty mountain tops, I must... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 oldal
...ear ; 1 -Nightl 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....envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder East: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tip-toe on the misty mountain tops, I must... | |
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