 | Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton - 1813 - 420 pàgines
...Nightly on yon pomegranate-tree she sings. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Mar.Jim. Oh! 'twas the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Of light embroider all the cloudy east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Upon... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1813 - 416 pàgines
...Nightly on yon pomegranate-tree she sings. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Mar.jutt. Oh! 'twas the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Of light embroider all the cloudy oust . Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Upon... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 pàgines
...That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Niglilly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe iuc, love, it was the nightingale. • Rom. It was the...the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clonds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | John George Phillimore - 1815 - 284 pàgines
...thine ear ; Nightly she sings in 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 ; Night's candles are burnt out, aud jocund day... | |
 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - 1816 - 380 pàgines
...thine ear ; Nightly she sings in 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 ; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 pàgines
...ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It wa« 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 Durnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | 1833 - 1006 pàgines
...the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranatetree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It...the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Co lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | 1839 - 870 pàgines
...thine ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Horn. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 pàgines
...thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Horn. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envidus streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 pàgines
...ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Кот. 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... | |
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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... 
