 O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And...  Cymbeline. Romeo and Juliet - Pàgina 34per William Shakespeare - 1788Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pàgines
...were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. . . . Ah me! Rom. She speaks : — O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious,...head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wohd'ring eyes Of mortals, .that fall back to gaze on him, . When he bestrides .the... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 pàgines
...regarded the sufferings of lovers as objects rather of mirth than pity. P. 58.— 58.— 399. Rom. O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white uptnrn'd wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pàgines
...that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks: — O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious...head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pàgines
...I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks:— 0, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 pàgines
...that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Ah me ! ROOT. She speaks: — O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious...head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 pàgines
...that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks : — O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 pàgines
...that I were a glove upon that hand, That 1 might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ay me ! Rout. She speaks : O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is the winged messenger of heaven Unto the white up-turned wond'ring eye» Of mortals, that fall back... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 558 pàgines
...to condemn such a passage as this : — ' She speaks ,; — O, speak again, bright angel ! for thoti art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,...winged messenger of heaven Unto the white upturned wondering eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 pàgines
...that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks ? — O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 pàgines
...I were a glove upon that, hand, That I might touch that cheek j) Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks :— O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing... | |
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