 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.  Essays in Romantic Literature - Pagina 312door George Wyndham - 1919 - 438 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 pagina’s
...She says, ' 'Tis so ; ' they answer ail, • "f is 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pagina’s
...'tis so ; And would say after her, if she said no. Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, i •) From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, / And wakes...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnished gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow. O thou clear... | |
 | Wood-notes - 1842 - 160 pagina’s
...been. Thou'rt on the wing, and chilly-finger'd fear Holds my best reason as if ill were near. THE LARK. Lo ! here the gentle Lark, weary of rest, From his...wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun arises in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, THE SWALLOW. FOOLISH prater, what... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1843 - 970 pagina’s
...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 burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow : O thou clear god, and patron of all... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 pagina’s
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 pagina’s
...fantastic wits I 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...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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... | |
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