 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 582 страници
...little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, 230 And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night I parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 страници
...lets it hop a little from her hand, And with a siik thread plucks it back again, So living-jealous of his liberty. Rom* I would I were thy bird. Jul....night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good-night 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast \. Would... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 страници
...back again, So living-jealous of his liberty. Rom, I would 1 were thy bird, Jul. Sweet, so would l, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good...night. Parting is such sweet sorrow* That I shall say good-night 'till it be morrow. , [£r/fc Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast;. Would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 страници
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! — 'Would J were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell ; His help to crave,... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 страници
...pertinacious adherence to a system will carry one who has formed an hypothesis. P. 66.— 67.— 411. Rom, I would, I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Pope seems to have been thinking of this passage, when he wrote the following lines in his 2d pastoral.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 страници
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks atcherd and Letterman ... [and 11 others] Rum. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! Would I were, sleep and peace, so sweet to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 482 страници
...silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom. I would, I were thy hird. Jul. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with...shall say — good night, till it be morrow. [Exit. Hom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! — 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 466 страници
...silk thread plucks it hack again, So loving-jealous of his liherty. Rom. I would, I were thy hird. Jul. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with...sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it he morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy hreast ! — 'Would I were sleep and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 страници
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....would I ; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good-night, good-night ! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say — good-night, till it be... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 страници
...his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. _ Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I ; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good-night, good-night ! parting is such sweet sorrow,. That I shall say — good-night, till it be... | |
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Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow. 
