 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 str.
...Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. DES. [Singing.] Tlte current run-. willow ; ( •) Firtt folio, Pathrr. (t) First folio omits, tkte. (J) First folio, tinging. • —... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Thomas Bucklin Wells, Lee Foster Hartman, Frederick Lewis Allen - 1861 - 878 str.
...Dcsdemona's Willow Song : " The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore-tree. Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow." She appeared to be all alone ; for Trefetheness, who had been much with us of late, and I, were within... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1861 - 524 str.
...lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. Des. [Singing. " The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 str.
...nether lip. I. Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, [Singing. Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams ran ty her, and murmur' A her moans; Sing willow, &'c. Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd... | |
 | 1864 - 576 str.
...against the supposition. Listen, that is the voice of blue-eyed Desdemona; hear what she sings — " The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow. " A Dear, pure-souled... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 526 str.
...nether lip. Des. [Singing. " The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, wiIlow, willow : The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur' d her moans ; Sing willow, willow, wiUow... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 116 str.
...mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring. The poor soul sat sighing. THE poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow. The fresh streams... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 648 str.
...speaks well. t. Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore-tree, Sing ail a green willow ; [Singing. Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow, $fc. Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 416 str.
...his nether lip. Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, [Sings. Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow, willow, willow ; Her salt tears fell from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 176 str.
...died singing it — — — — The poor sonl sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow: The fresh streams ran by her, and mnrmnr' d her moans ; Sing willow, willow, willow: Her salt tears fell from... | |
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The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow... 
