 | William Shakespeare, James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps - 1842 - 562 str.
...Whilst the scritch-owl, switching 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 : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 582 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 sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1846 - 620 str.
...While the screech-owl, sounding 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 out its sprite, In the church-way paths to glide. MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. BEFORE the gate of the palace... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1846 - 710 str.
...While the screech-owl, sounding loud, Pub 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 out its xprite, In the church-way paths to glide. MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. rEFORE the gate of the palace... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 str.
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. sprite, In the church-way path» to glide : MIDSUMMER-NIGHTS DREAM. Anil we fair!«, that do run Ну... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 658 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 churchway paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 376 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 Hecate's " team,... | |
 | John Mills - 1844 - 272 str.
...the lightness of one to be heard occasionally in the rear. " Here comes your wisitor." CHAPTER IV. " 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." GAY things flutter in the sunshine. The humming bee and... | |
 | John Mills - 1844 - 848 str.
...lightness of one to be heard occasionally in the rear. " Here comes your wisitor." CHAPTER IV. •• 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." GAY things flutter in the sunshine. The humming bee and... | |
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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. 
