 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 str.
...Whilst the screech-owl screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time ,of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprignt In the clmrch-yard paths to glide. And we fairies that do run, By the triple Hccat's team.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 str.
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church- way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Herat's team,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 476 str.
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide*: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 984 str.
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. s you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagged, 1 protest, I take these wise me sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 474 str.
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team, From... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 344 str.
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scratching load, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 352 str.
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, * Progress. t Overcome, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 str.
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scrit ching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. same. Enter BIHON, with a paper. Jiiron. The king he is hunting the deer; lam conrsing sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By thetriple Herat's team, From... | |
 | Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824 - 846 str.
...Whilst the Scritchowl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That, the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the churchway paths to glide. " We inscribe, in the Album, for the amusement of such as... | |
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Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide. 
