 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 550 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 Hecat's team,... | |
 | James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps - 1841 - 138 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,... | |
 | John Mills - 1841 - 930 str.
...rejoined Peter. THE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN. CHAPTER XVIII. THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A PAIR OF TOP-BOOTS. " 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." IT was the tenth night after William's wedding, and a week... | |
 | 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,... | |
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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. 
