 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 588 стор.
...o'er-labour'd seuse Repairs itself by rest : our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes *, ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. — Cytherea, How bravely...bed ! Fresh lily ! And whiter than the sheets ! That 1 might touch I But kiss ; one kiss! — Rubies uuparagon'd, How dearly they do't ! — 'Tis her breathing... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 352 стор.
...o'er-labor'd sense Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes,1 ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. — Cytherea, How bravely thou becomest thy bed ! fresh lily ! 1 It was anciently the custom to strew chambers with rashes. And whiter than the sheets ! That I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 164 стор.
...man's o'er-laboured sense Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes,1 ere he wakened The chastity he wounded. — Cytherea, How bravely thou becomest thy bed I fresh lily, And whiter than the sheets ! That I might touch ! But kiss ! one kiss ! — Kubies unparagoned,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1878 - 1012 стор.
...o'er-labor'd sense Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus Did softly press tJie rushes,1 ere he waken'd ihe chastity he wounded. — Cytherea, How bravely thou becomest thy bed ! fresh lily ! Thy life 'sa miracle : speak yet again. Glos. But have I fallen, or no ? Edg. From the dread summit... | |
 | Charles Cowden Clarke, Mary Cowden Clarke - 1879 - 884 стор.
...preserving the loveliness beheld by the lawless intruder from the licence of even his very thought: — How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily ! And whiter than the sheets I That I might touch ! But kiss ; one kiss I Rubies unparagon'd. How dearly they do 't I 'Tis her breathing... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1881 - 1054 стор.
...4, Adonis painted by a running brook, And Cylherea all in sedges hid Tarn, of the Shrew, Indue. 2. ( w, ! Cynibeline, ii. 2. D. DAD,— I was never so bethumped with words Since I first called my brother's... | |
 | 1886 - 626 стор.
...villainous lachimo how distinctly we behold the delicate idealizing of Shakespeare's perceptions : — How bravely thou becomest thy bed! fresh lily! And whiter than the sheets ! That I might touc^i ! But kiss ; one kiss ! — Rubies unparagoned. How dearly they do't — Tis her breathing that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1892 - 792 стор.
...o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. Cytherea, How bravely thou becomest thy bed ! fresh lily ! 15 And whiter than the sheets ! That I might touch ! But kiss ; one kiss ! Rubies unparagon'd, How... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1894 - 512 стор.
...o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. Cytherea, How bravely thou...bed, fresh lily, And whiter than the sheets! That I niight touch! But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd, How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that... | |
 | Heinrich Heine - 1903 - 464 стор.
...o'erlabour'd sense Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. — Cytherea, How bravely...thy bed ! fresh lily ! And whiter than the sheets 1 That I might touch 1 But kiss; one kiss ! Rubies unparagon'd, How dearly they do 't ! — 'Tis her... | |
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Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus : the flame o' the taper Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids... 
