 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 Seiten
...birds would fing, and think it were not night. See, how (he leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ay me ! Rm. She fpenks : O, fpeak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 694 Seiten
...that there's no maculatlon in thy heart Ik. — • Wore gloves in my cap - . . Lear. — O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek Rom. and Jul. Clover's faring knife. Doth he not wear a great round beard like a glover's paring knife... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 Seiten
...moon, to Diana. JOHNSON. 3 It if mj ltdj 5 *c.] This line and halfl have replaced. JOHNSON. O, that I were a glove upon that hand *, That I might touch that cheek s ! Jul. Ah me ! Ram. She fpeaks : — O, fpeak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1791 - 702 Seiten
...himfclf, that there's nomaculation in thy heart lb. — Wore gloves in my cap - - Le*ir. — O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek Rom. andjal. Glover' i faring knife. Doth he not wear a great round beard like a glover's paring kr.i'e... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 Seiten
...uoulJ fmg, and think it were not night. See how fhe leans her cheek upon her hand ! O that I w ere a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me! Rom. She fpeaks. Oii, fpcak again, bright angel ! for thou art A.-, glorious to this fight, being o'er my head,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 Seiten
...bird's would fing, and think it were пи night. See, how ihe leans her cheek upon her hand I O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek 1 Jul. Ah me ! Rum. She fptaks— O, fpeak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night,... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 Seiten
...That birds would sing and think it were the morn; See how she.leans her cheek upon her hand O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek. Jul. Ah me! Rom. She speaks, she speaks ! i Oh speak again bright angel forthou art As glorious to this sight, being o'er my head, As is a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 Seiten
...birds would fing, and think it were not night, See, how (he leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. • Ah me ! * Rom. She fpeaks :— » O, fpeak again, bright angel ! for thou ar.t As glorious to this night, being o'er my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 364 Seiten
...birds would (ing, and think it were not night. See, how (he leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! . Rum. She fpeaks :— O, fpeak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 Seiten
...birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul, Ah me ! Rom. She speaks :— O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As... | |
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Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. 
