 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 88 str.
...into the air. — [Exit STEPHANO. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft...harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patterns of bright gold ; There 's not the smallest orb , which thou behold'st, 423... | |
 | 1844 - 332 str.
...1844. MOONLIGHT. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank. Here will we sit, and let the sound of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the...There 's not the smallest orb, which thou beholdst, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim. Such harmony is in... | |
 | Sarah Stickney Ellis - 1844 - 522 str.
...minds a thousand times without finding utterance : " How tweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep...harmony. Sit. Jessica. Look how the floor of Heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 374 str.
...your music forth into the air. — [Exit Stephano. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep...harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines1 of bright gold. There 's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 str.
...alone do feel the injury. Lorenzo and Jessica speak. How sweet the moonlight sleeps4 upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep...harmony. Sit, Jessica ; look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines5 of bright gold ; There's not6 the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1845 - 690 str.
...tune.' Or that glorious passage in Shakespeare — ' How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep...harmony. Sit, Jessica; look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold! There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 934 str.
...it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -Macbeth. POWER OF MUSIC. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this hank ! Here...harmony. Sit, Jessica : look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest, But in... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 560 str.
...we can survey the firmament — an idea which two other great poets have in some degree echoed : — Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick...angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it... | |
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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines... 
