 | 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 str.
...Whilst the scritch-owl scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in wo, 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, From... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 str.
...Sad.—Grave, serious (not melancholy). 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,... | |
 | American Philological Association - 1900 - 374 str.
..." The grave stood tenantless and the sheeted dead | Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets "; " 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 "; " Graves at my command | Have waked their sleepers, oped... | |
 | Peter Brook - 1974 - 300 str.
...the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe ln remembrance of a shroud. Now is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide. Every one lets forth his sprite ln the churchway paths to glide. And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team. From... | |
 | 442 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 let forth his sprite, In the church-way path, to glide. And we fairies, that do run, By the triple... | |
 | Philip Edwards - 2004 - 264 str.
...un-build his paradise, it is possible to hear the echoes of another and less disturbing winter's tale: 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. (A Midsummer Night's Dream, v,i,368-71) Mamillius's whispered... | |
 | Jan Bakker, J. A. Verleun, J. v. d Vriesenaerde - 1987 - 248 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. (V, i, 361-8) familiar ritual of domestic cleansing, as at... | |
 | Jan Kott - 1987 - 180 str.
...night-rule, return to the stage. Now the hungry lion roars And the wolf behowls the moon . . . Now is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite In the church-way paths to glide. (5.1.357-58, 365-68) The somber line of Puck would be more... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 str.
...Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. y bodies we conceive; 3 Pleasures are not, if they last; In their passing is their best sprite. In the church-way paths to glide: (V, i) CH; ChTr; CTC; E1L; LiTB; MoShBr; OBSC; OxBoLi; TrGrPo;... | |
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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. 
