 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 582 страница
...little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, 230 And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night I parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 страница
...lets it hop a little from her hand, And with a siik thread plucks it back again, So living-jealous of his liberty. Rom* I would I were thy bird. Jul....night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good-night 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast \. Would... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 страница
...back again, So living-jealous of his liberty. Rom, I would 1 were thy bird, Jul. Sweet, so would l, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good...night. Parting is such sweet sorrow* That I shall say good-night 'till it be morrow. , [£r/fc Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast;. Would... | |
 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 страница
...the great departed, Into the Silent Land ! LONGFELLOW (from the German of SALIS). The Lover's Wish. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, Peace in thy breast ! Would I were Sleep and Peace, so sweet to rest. AT«. Nr¡vefMov Çr¡Tovfíev aiav TIÇ тгpóeicriv rj écrтгépa fíeЛлvTepoкп, véifiecri... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 страница
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,* And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....— 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest I Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell ; His help to crave, and my dear hap 5 to tell. [Er/Y. SCENE... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 страница
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....'Would I were sleep a"nd- peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell ; His help to crave, and nty dear hap to tell. [Exit. •... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 страница
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....— 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell ; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit. SCENE... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 страница
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! — 'Would J were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell ; His help to crave,... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 страница
...pertinacious adherence to a system will carry one who has formed an hypothesis. P. 66.— 67.— 411. Rom, I would, I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Pope seems to have been thinking of this passage, when he wrote the following lines in his 2d pastoral.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 страница
...a little from her hand, '* Like a foot prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....— 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit. SCENE... | |
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Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow. 
