 | Robert S. Miola - 2000 - 206 oldal
...gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them. The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made...As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggared all description. She did lie In her pavilion — cloth of gold, of tissue — O'er-picturing... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 60 oldal
...gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them. The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made...As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggared all description: she did lie In her pavilion, cloth-of-gold of tissue, O'er picturing that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 404 oldal
...Purple the sails, and so perfumed that 200 The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made...faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, lt beggared all description: she did lie 205 ln her pavilion — cloth-of-gold of tissue — O'er-picturing... | |
 | Rosemary Manning - 2000 - 196 oldal
...which opened off one end of it. 'The barge she sat in,' began Chief, 'I wonder if I can remember it ... "The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd...beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke,... | |
 | David Paroissien - 2000 - 536 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1959 - 1394 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Simon Sebag Montefiore - 2001 - 692 oldal
...the Empress embarked on her galley in the most luxurious fleet ever seen on a great river. CLEOPATRA The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd...beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were lovesick with them, the oars were silver Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and... | |
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The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke and made The water... 
