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...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 sprite In the church-way paths to glide. (Vi. 361-8) There is no question, then, of putting the Dream... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Lindsay Price - 1996 - 44 страници
...hold we this solemnity In nightly revels and new jollity. They all exit. PUCK enters with a broom. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite In the churchway paths to glide; And we fairies that do run By the triple Hecate's team From... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 276 страници
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 | Juan Perucho - 1996 - 766 страници
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 | Arthur Graham - 1997 - 244 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 sprite In the churchway paths to glide; And we fairies that do run By the triple Hecate's team Prom... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - 436 страници
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 | Joe Calarco - 1999 - 84 страници
...to make sure that the headmaster has truly left. He turns back to his fellow students.) STU. 1 . Now is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the churchway paths to glide; (Student 1 collects the composition books and puts them aside.)... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 416 страници
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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. 
