 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 436 trang
...Lorenzo ! sola, sola ! Lor. Leave hollaing, man ; here. Laun. Sola ! where ? where ? Lor. Here. Laun. Tell him, there's a post come from my master, with...harmony. Sit, Jessica : Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines1 of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 984 trang
...//or. Here. Lnun. Tell him, there's a post come from iny master, with his horn full of good news; ray nner. [Asidf. Exeunt Don PEDRO, CI.APDIO, and LKONA...the laily ; it seems, her affections have their full thick inlaid with patines* ol bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which tnou behold'st, But... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 322 trang
...Within the house, your mistress is at hand ; And bring your music forth into the air. — [Exit STE. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will...harmony. Sit, Jessica: Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ;9 There's not fhe smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1823 - 416 trang
...into the garden, accosts her after the following manner : — How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon the bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music...harmony. Sit, Jessica ; look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patterns of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 trang
...outlive his wealth, To view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow, An age of poverty. ACT V. MOONLIGHT. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...patines* of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young eyed cherubim:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 518 trang
...house, your mistress is at hand ; And bring your music forth into the air. — [Exit Slephano. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ' Here will...patines' of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou bebold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings. Still quiring to the young-ey d chérubins... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 trang
...sweet the moon-light sleet» upon this pank! Isic Here will we sit, and l«t the sounds of maCreep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, ' Become...like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 trang
...music forth into the air. — [ Exit Stephano. How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank ! Mere will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in...with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiringtotheyoung-ey'dcherubins:... | |
 | 1824 - 596 trang
...Hear him also in " The Merchant of Venice," in a strain of poetry that has never been surpassed. " How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...harmony. Sit Jessica ; Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with pa tines of bright gold , There's not the smallest orb which thou hehold'st, But... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 trang
...sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank 1 Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in onr than a stuffed man but for the stuffing! — Well,...are all mortal. Leon. You must not, sir, mistake orb, which thou behold'st, Butin his motion likean angel sings, Still (juiringto theyoung-ey'd cherubins... | |
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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines... 
