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The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes - Страница 145
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The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 2

William Shakespeare - 1810 - 418 страници
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scutching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team,...

Di Montranzo; or the novice of Corpus domini, Том 3

Louisa Sidney Stanhope - 1810 - 270 страници
...her brother, would feel no inquietude in knowing him the possessor of her resemblance." CHAP. III. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide> Every one lets forth his.sprite, In the church-way path to glide. SKAKEIPEAHE. VANNINA met Benevento as she retreated from...

The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected ..., Том 2

William Shakespeare - 1811 - 452 страници
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritchfng lond, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In rememhrance of a shrond. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team, From...

Twelfth-night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night ...

William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 520 страници
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scotching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night. That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : • — heavy gait — ] ie slow patsage, progrtst. 1 ——fordone.}...

A Selection of Curious Articles from the Gentleman's Magazine, Том 2

John Walker - 1811 - 568 страници
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of Night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies that do run By the triple Hecat's team From...

The Plays of William Shakspeare: Much ado about nothing ; Midsummer-night's ...

William Shakespeare - 1811 - 436 страници
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scratching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team, From...

The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Том 2

William Shakespeare - 1810 - 418 страници
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritchingloud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team,...

Elegant extracts in poetry, Том 2

Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 страници
...Whilst the screech-owl screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time ,of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprignt In the clmrch-yard paths to glide. And we fairies that do run, By the triple Hccat's team....

The Plays of Shakspeare, Том 1

William Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 страници
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church- way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Herat's team,...

The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His ...

William Shakespeare - 1821 - 476 страници
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide*: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team,...




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