 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...  Blackwood's Magazine - Page 2621839Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 lehte
...thine Ear, Nightly ftie fings on yond Pomgranate Tree, Believe me Love, it was the Nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark, the 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 Day Stands tiptoe on the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 lehte
...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 day Stands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 lehte
...thine ear : Nightly flie fings on yond pomgranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the Nightingale. Rom. 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 day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1753 - 80 lehte
...{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 day... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1757 - 392 lehte
...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 Upon the Mountain-tops... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 lehte
...thine ear ; Nightly Ihe fings on yon pomgranate tree ; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark, 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 eaft ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 lehte
...thine ear ; Nightly Ihe fings on yon pomgranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. 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 our, and jocund day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 lehte
...[Exeunt. 'Fore me. It is fo very late, that we SCENE V. "Juliets chamber. Enter Romeo and. Juliet. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious fcrcaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder Eaft; Jul. Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 476 lehte
...thine ear; Nightly (he fings on yon pomgranate tree": Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreakj Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder ea(t : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day... | |
 | Martin Sherlock - 1781 - 260 lehte
...thine ear ; Nightly fhc lings on yon pomegranate tree ; Eelieve me, Love, it was the nightingale. ROM. It was the lark, the herald of the. morn, No nightingale. Look, Love, what enviouj. ftreaks Do lace the. fevering clouds in yonder Eaft : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund... | |
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