 | Walter Scott - 1846 - 620 str.
...now reached the Lodge of Woodstock. Now the wasted brands do glow, 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps - 1842 - 562 str.
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 376 str.
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 658 str.
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 str.
...snores, All with weary task fordone.4 Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching speare shroud. Now it is the time of night. That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
 | John Mills - 1844 - 848 str.
...-- Now the heary ploughman snores, All with weary task foredone, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud." " It's a lonesome-feeling night," observed the ratcatcher, striding by the side of his companion,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 402 str.
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, 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 iinde, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 726 str.
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching kidney, — think ofthat; shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 578 str.
...snores, All with weary task fordone." Now Ihe wasted brands do glow, 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 760 str.
...snores. All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching da was a beggar. My Udy i» within, sir. I will conster to t shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
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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... 
