 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 582 pągines
...love, it was the nightingale. Hiij Rom. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder cast : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains' tops; I... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 pągines
...Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. 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 tip-toe on the misty mountain tops, I must be... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 pągines
...Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. 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 tip-toe on the misty mountain tops, I must be... | |
 | Joseph Cooper Walker - 1799 - 434 pągines
...Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the mom, 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 mountains' tops.. I must be... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pągines
...Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pągines
...Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pągines
...Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. 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; 9 Nightly... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 924 pągines
...is of large extent, and would be levered and refined by tri.il. £ann. d. To disjoin ; to disunite. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Sl>ak. How stiff is my vile sense, That I stanfl up and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows !... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pągines
...Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. 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; * Nightly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 pągines
...Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. 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... | |
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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... 
