 | Samuel Ayscough - 1791 - 688 trang
...am a man whom fortune hath cruelly fcratch'd AU'i ff^eli. Scrittb^ncl. The fcritch owl, Icritching loud, puts .the wretch that lies in woe, in remembrance of a Ihroud - Mùlf. Nigbt't Dream. — The time when fcreech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl , zHenryvi.i — Let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 582 trang
...alfo in':< reprefented, I make no queftion but the poet wrote : Now the wafted brands do glow, Whilft the fcritch-owl, fcritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a fhroud. For fo the wolf is exaftly characterized, it being his peculiar property to bvuil at tht moan.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 trang
...fnort% All with weary talk foredone. Now the wafted brands do glow, Whilft the fcreech-owl, fcreeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a fhroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his fpright,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 trang
...fnoref, All with weary tafk fore-done. Now the wafted brands do glow, VVhilft the fcreech-ow], fcreeehing loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a (hroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his fpright,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 594 trang
...Whilft the heavy ploughman mores, All with weary tafk fordone. Now the wafted brands do glow, Whilft the fcritch-owl, fcritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a fhroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his fprite,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 596 trang
...Whilft the heavy ploughman fnores, All with weary talk fordone.* .Now the wafted brands do glow, Whilft the fcritch-owl, fcritching loud¿ Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a (hroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one leu forth his fprite,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 408 trang
...fnores, All with weary tafk fordone. Now the wafted brands do glow, Whilft the fcritch-owl, fcrhching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a fhroud. Now it is the time of night, Every one lets forth his fpright, In the church-way paths to glide... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 436 trang
...Whilft the heavy ploughman fnores, All with weary talk fordone. Now the wafted brands do glow, Whilft the fcritch-owl, fcritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a flirowd. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his 1'prite,... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 trang
...snores, All with weary task foredone. Now the wasted brands do glow ; Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his spright,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 424 trang
...snores, All with weary task fordone. " Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the scritch-owl, switching loud. Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. . Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
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Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide... 
