 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 pages
...shrill-tongu'd tapsters answering every call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits ? She says, "(is so : they answer all. 'tis so ; And would say after...gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow. O thou clear god, and patron of all light, From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow The beauteous... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 606 pages
...Like shrill-tongu'd tapsters answering every call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits ! She says, 'tis so : they answer all, "'tis so ; And would say...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... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1843 - 970 pages
...maladies, But in one minute's sight brings beauty under—- As mountain snow melts witb the mid-day sun. if. se. a. When Flavius visits his master in his seclusion, and with the most disinterested cedar tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow : O thou clear... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1843 - 690 pages
...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 his...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 pages
...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 - 582 pages
...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 pages
...every call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits ? She says " Ч is so !" they answer all " Ч is so !" And would say after her if she said " no." Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, Гrom his moist cahinet mounts up on high And wakes the morning, from whose silver hreast The sun ariseth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 pages
...'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...gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow. O thou clear god, and patron of all light, From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow The beauteous... | |
 | 1846 - 590 pages
...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...behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold." Such sights as these, seen by such a divine interpreter of nature, are, again, before us, in these... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 614 pages
...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... | |
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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. 
