| David Garrick - 1798 - 318 стор.
...lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; 1 -Nightl Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree ; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom....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... | |
| Joseph Cooper Walker - 1799 - 434 стор.
...and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly (he fings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the mom, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east; Night's... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 стор.
...and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom....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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 стор.
...and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom....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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 стор.
...the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:9 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It...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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 стор.
...the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree :9 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It...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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 стор.
...and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom....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... | |
| Sir John Carr - 1806 - 304 стор.
...awaking from the bofom of nature, feemed to exclaim — • • • * ,i , * ^ . ' • .~— — — Look love, what envious ftreaks .,;,., Do lace the fevering clouds., in yonder eaft ; ;: > . . Right's candles are burnt out ; and jocuna X)iy Stands tiptoe on th« mifty mountain tops.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 стор.
...and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom....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... | |
| William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 стор.
...That pierc'd the tearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : lid leve me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the...the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streak Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands... | |
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