 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 stay...  The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare - Pāgina 161per William Shakespeare - 1821Visualitzaciķ completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1992 - 204 pāgines
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 | Terrence Ortwein, Terry Ortwein - 2011 - 40 pāgines
...jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. PATTY. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I: It is <some...night a torch-bearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua: Therefore stay yet: thou need'st not be gone. CHRIS. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;... | |
 | Terrence Ortwein, Terry Ortwein - 2011 - 40 pāgines
...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 stay and die. PATTY. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee... | |
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 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 pāgines
...what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and me, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend. And, JULIET. Yond light is not day-light, I know it, I: It i • some meteor that the sun exhales, I'o be... | |
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