 O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And...  The New England Magazine - 第 97 頁1906完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 頁
...Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. Bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night,...winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 530 頁
...Ah me ! Rom. She speaks. — O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this sight,3 being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned, wondering eyes 1 That is, Mercutio jests, whom he has overheard. 2 ie be not a votary to the moon, to Diana. 3 The... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 312 頁
...that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Ju. Ah me ! Ro. She speaks : O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of... | |
 | David Irving - 1841 - 448 頁
...darkness, and at the same time melting it; the senses of men chasing fume«, and fumes that mantle. O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my he^d, As is a winged messenger from heaven, Unto the white upturned wondering eyes Of mortals, that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 340 頁
...that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Ju. Ah me ! Ro. She speaks : O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds. And sails upon the bosom of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 608 頁
...that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek7. Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks : O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds3,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 頁
...were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! /linn. She speaks : — O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'riug eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 450 頁
...that I were a glove upon that hand , That I might touch that cheek. Jut. Ah me! limn. She speaks : O , speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 頁
...were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! Horn. She speaks : — O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious...winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 頁
...were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks : — O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that tall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,... | |
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