 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...  Letters on Several Subjects - 第 40 頁Martin Sherlock 著 - 1781完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 頁
...Lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine Ear, Nightly ftie fings on yond Pomgranate Tree, Believe me Love, it was the Nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark,...Herald of the Morn, No Nightingale. Look, Love, what envious Streaks Do lace the fevering Clouds in yonder Eaft: Night's Candles are burnt our, and jocund... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 頁
...thine ear ; Nightly flie fmgs on yond pomgranate tree : Believe me, bve, it was the nightingale. Ram. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 頁
...That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear : Nightly flie fings on yond pomgranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the Nightingale. Rom. It was the...herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 頁
...lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly fhe fings on yond pomgranate tree; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. (8) Look, love, what envious ftreaks Dd (7) /i wai, &c. The poets abound with numberlefs fimilie«... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1753 - 80 頁
...Good-night. {Exeunt. SCENE VII. Thi Garden. inter Romeo and Juliet above at a window, a ladder of'Ropesfet. Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreakt Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft; Night's candles are Durnt out, - and jocund... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1757 - 392 頁
...yon Pomegranate-tree fhe fings. Believe me, Love, it was the Nightingale. MAR IU S Junior. Oh! 'twas the Lark, the Herald of the Morn, No Nightingale. Look, Love, what envious Streaks Of Light embroider all the cloudy Eaft. Night's Candles are burnt out, and jocund Day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 頁
...Lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly Ihe fings on yon pomgranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the...herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft ; Night's candles are burnt our, and jocund... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 頁
...Lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly Ihe fings on yon pomgranate tree ; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the...herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder... | |
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