 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 416 页
...Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, [Sings. Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow, willow, willow ; Her salt tears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 176 页
...'twas, bnt it exprcss'd her fortnne, And she died singing it — — — — The poor sonl sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow; Her hand...her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow: The fresh streams ran by her, and mnrmnr' d her moans ; Sing willow, willow, willow: Her salt tears... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 页
...but to go hang my head all at one side, and sing it like poor Barbara : — The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her...her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams ran by her, and murmured her moans ; Sing willow, willow, willow. Her salt tears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 788 页
...Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. Des. The poor soul sat sighing^6) by a sycamore tree,* [Singing. Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow, willow, willow ; Her salt tears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 364 页
...walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip. Des. [sings.] i. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her...her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow, willow, willow : Her salt tears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 722 页
...proper man. Emil. A very handsome man. . Des. , He speaks «J. Des. {sings.} :. The poor soul sat sighmg by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her...her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow, willow, willow : Her salt tears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 706 页
...have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip. I. DES. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her...her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moaus ; Sing willow, &c. Her salt tears fell from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 1022 页
...barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip. I. Da. The poor soul sat singing* by a lyeamore he gossamer That idles The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ; Sing Willow, &C. Her salt tears fell from her,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 598 页
...know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip. I. Des. The poor soul sat singing* by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her liead on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow: The fresh streams ran by her, and munnur'd her moans... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1868 - 558 页
...for a touch of his nether lip. Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, [Singing. Sing ail a green willow; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow: The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur' d her moans; Sing willow, willow, willow; Her salt tears... | |
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The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow... 
