 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 страници
...Nightingale, and not the Lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine Ear, Nightly flie fings on yond Pomgranate Tree, Believe me Love, it was the Nightingale....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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 страници
...nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly fhe fings on yond pomgranate tree; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale....the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. (8) Look, love, what envious ftreaks Dd (7) /i wai, &c. The poets abound with numberlefs fimilie«... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1753 - 80 страници
...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... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1757 - 392 страници
...yon Pomegranate-tree fhe fings. Believe me, Love, it was the Nightingale. MAR IU S Junior. Oh! 'twas the Lark, the Herald of the Morn, No Nightingale. Look, Love, what envious Streaks Of Light embroider all the cloudy Eaft. Night's Candles are burnt out, and jocund Day Upon... | |
 | John Newbery - 1762 - 292 страници
...preceding. Look where the morn in ruffet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eajiern hill. . Look, Love, what envious ftreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft. Night's tapers are burnt oat, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the mifty mountain tops. Thcfe paflages may be... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 страници
...the Nightingale, and not the Lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly Ihe fings on yon pomgranate tree : Believe me, love, it was...clouds in yonder eaft ; Night's candles are burnt our, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the mifty mountains' tops. I muft be gone and live, or ftay and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 страници
...the Nightingale, and not the Lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly Ihe fings on yon pomgranate tree ; Believe me, love, it was...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 ; Stands tiptoe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 462 страници
...It was the Nightingale, and not the Lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine car ; ' VV day : Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ilicaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 страници
...and not the lurk, That pierce'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly fhe fings on yon poma;ranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom....the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreak* Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder caft : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 364 страници
...and not the lark, That pierced tlic fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly (he fihgs on yon pomgj^tte tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale-" Rom. It was the lark, the herald ofthe morn,. No nightingale. Look,. love, what envious ftreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder... | |
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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... 
