 | 1992 - 286 trang
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 | Jan Bakker, J. A. Verleun, J. v. d Vriesenaerde - 1987 - 248 trang
...the first love-speech of Lysander. Now the wasted brands do glow, 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... | |
 | 460 trang
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, 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,... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 trang
...snores. All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow. Whilst the screech-owl, screeching ? And can shadows pleasures give? Pleasures only shadows b 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... 
