 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 trang
...shall say, Good night, till it be morrow. [Exit. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!— 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit. SCENE... | |
 | 1849 - 594 trang
[ Xin lỗi, nội dung trang này bị giới hạn ] | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 trang
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks concerned to avoid all offences of each other in the...little thing can blast an infant blossom ; and the brea Good-night, good-night : parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good-night, till it be morrow.... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1850 - 364 trang
...the great departed, Into the Silent Land ! LONGFELLOW (from tie German of SALIS). The Lover's Wish. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, Peace in thy breast ! Would I were Sleep and Peace, so sweet to rest. Nijvefiov CijTovpev alav rtc irpóeuriv r¡ye(jcáv ; еа-тгера fíe\avrepota-t уефеоч... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 trang
...a little from her hand, .Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, * And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....good night ! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I snail say — good night, till it be morrow. [jEiil. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 trang
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,f And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....cherishing. Good night, good night' parting is such sweet sorThat I shall say — good night, till it be morrow, [row, LOVE'S HERALDS. Love's heralds should... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 trang
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....would I ; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. 1 The tasset, or tiercel (for so it should be spelled), is the male of the gosskawk, and is said to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 trang
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....would I ; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. 1 The tassel, or tiercel (for so it should be spelled), is the male of the gosshaivk, and is said to... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 trang
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....would I; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 trang
...in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Jul. Sweet, so would I; Yet I should kill thee with...! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say, Grood night, till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! —... | |
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Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow. 
