 | William Shakespeare - 1593 - 138 oldal
...shrill-tongued tapsters answering every call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits ? 850 She says ' 'Tis so : ' they answer all ' 'Tis so ; ' And would...gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow : ' O thou clear god, and patron of all light, 860 From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1896 - 138 oldal
...shrill-tongued tapsters answering every call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits ? 850 She says ' 'Tis so : ' they answer all ' 'Tis so ; ' And would...behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. so Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow : ' O thou clear god, and patron of all light, 860... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 256 oldal
...Like shrill-tongu'd tapsters answering every call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits. She said, 'tis so : they answer all, 'tis so, And would say...here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cahinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 oldal
...Like shrill-tongu'd tapsters answering every call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits. She said, 'tis so ; they answer all, 'tis so. And would say...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, The cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow ; O thou... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 oldal
...every call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits ? She said, " 'tis so:" they answer all, " 't is so:" And would say after her, if she said no. Lo !...seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow : " O thou clear god, and patron of all light, From whom each lamp and shining star doth... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 oldal
...call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits ? She said, " 't is so:" they answer all, " 't is jo:" And would say after her, if she said no. Lo ! here...whose silver breast The Sun ariseth in his majesty; \Vho doth the world so gloriously behold. That cedar-tops aud hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 oldal
...tapsters answering every call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits. She said, 'tis so ; they answer'd all, 'tis so. And would say after her if she said...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, The cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow ; O thou... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 oldal
...tapsters answering every call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits. She said, 'tis so ; they answer'd all, 'tis so. And would say after her if she said...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, The cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow ; O thou... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 100 oldal
...— Oh yes, — and hark ! I hear morn's tuneful harbinger ! SONG, Adriana. — (Venus and Adonis.) Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in true majesty. [Exeunt, after Song. Re-enter Chares and Angela. Cha. Tis he ! observe — Ang. E'en... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 oldal
...pronounced short ; and thus pronounced, the word affords a full and perfect rhvme to wits. MALONE. Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold Q. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow : 0 thou clear god 3, and patron of all light, From... | |
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Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. 
