 | William Hone - 1826 - 882 pàgines
...thine ear ; Nightly »he singa on yon Pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the Nightinimle. f much more streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east Niplil.'s candles are burnt out, and jocund d«/... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 pàgines
...lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Befieve me, love, it was the nightingale. 'Rom. It was the...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1827 - 362 pàgines
...fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was tne nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Dp lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 448 pàgines
...not the lark, That pierc'd the tearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on -. on pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom....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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 pàgines
...ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Лот. 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 ournt out, and jocund day... | |
 | 1829 - 48 pàgines
...ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate -tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. ROMEO. It was the lark, the herald of the morn , No nightingale : look, love , what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Might's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 pàgines
...falconry. A mew was a place of confinement for hawks. — STEEVENS. Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom....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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 pàgines
...mew'd up—] This is a phrase from falconry. A mt,o was a place of Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom....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... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 878 pàgines
...and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on you Pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the Nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of tile morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streakc Do lace the severing clouds in yonder... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 pàgines
...the lark, That pierc'd Ihe fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomeirranatc-tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the mom, No nightingale : look, love, u liai envious streaks Do lace the severing cloud* in yonder east... | |
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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... 
