 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 pàgines
...through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night: See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged... | |
 | Rebecca Goldstein - 1995 - 376 pàgines
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 | Diane Ackerman - 1995 - 388 pàgines
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 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 pàgines
...the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she agans in those holy fields [womb Over whose acres walkt those blessed feet Which fourteen JULIET. Ay me! ROMBO. She speaks: — O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this... | |
 | Frank Sullivan - 1996 - 212 pàgines
...nail tile desperately. she commenced hacking awa\ at her fingernails. when a voice behind her said. 'O! that I were a glove upon that hand. that I might touch that check!'"0 Cicely reddened. turned. It was Cleon Bel Murphy! Softly. she told him. *What man art thon.... | |
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Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. 
