 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 312 oldal
...ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Ro. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : then. — Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 380 oldal
...: 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 ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 384 oldal
...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 ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 340 oldal
...ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Ro. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 606 oldal
...; 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 : look, love, what envious streaks * Afore me ! it is so VERY late,] "Very" is from the quartos, 1599 and 1609 : it is omitted in the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 oldal
...; 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 : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stamis tiptoe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 450 oldal
...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 : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Mght's caudles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 oldal
...: 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. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 oldal
...: Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rum. 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 dayStands tiptoe... | |
 | 1844 - 628 oldal
...fearful hollow of thine ear ;" But Romeo must leave her — he is not deceived— he says, — " 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... | |
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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... 
