 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 páginas
...fantastic wits ? She says, "(is so : they answer all. 'tis so ; And would say after her, if she said no. Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow. O thou clear... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1843 - 690 páginas
...maladies, л MI one minute'« flight brings beauty under — A« mountain snow melts with the mid-dav sun "Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest. From...silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who dot h the world so gloriously behold, That cedar tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 páginas
...arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate." And again in " VENUS AND ADONIS :" — " Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest. From his...whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty." " Your mother ton : She 't mg good ladg." — Act II., Scene 3. This is said ironically. " My good... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 606 páginas
...fantastic wits ! She says, 'tis so : they answer all, "'tis so ; And would say after her, if she said no. Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariscth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar -tops and hills seem burnished... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 páginas
...arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven'* gate." And again in " VENUS AND ADONIS:"-— " I*o, here the gentle lark, weary of rest. From his moist...wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariscth in his majesty." " Your mother too: She1* my good lady." — Act II., Scene 3. This is said... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 páginas
...of rest, Гrom his moist cahinet mounts up on high And wakes the morning, from whose silver hreast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously hehold, That cedar-tops and lulls seem hurnished gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 páginas
...'tis so: they answer all, 'tis so; And would say after her , if she said no. f Lo! here the genlle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts...majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow. O thou clear... | |
 | 1846 - 590 páginas
...of Avon beheld " The gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet, mount up on high, And wake the morning, from whose silver breast The Sun ariseth...majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold." Such sights as these, seen by such a divine interpreter... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 614 páginas
...And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. SHAKSPERE. Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, The cedar-tops and hills seem burnish 'd gold. SHAKSPERE. See, the day begins to break, And the light... | |
 | 1847 - 526 páginas
...Queen. 2. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air. SHAKSPEARE. 3. Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty. SHAKSPEARE. 4. While the cocA;, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack... | |
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Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. 
