 Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.  The Comedy of Errors: In Five Acts - Strana 70autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1819 - 86 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 572 str.
...to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heuven's gale.' And again in Venus and Adonis: — ' Lo, here the gentle lark,...morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty.' Perhaps Lyly's Alexander and Campaspe suggested this song : ' who is't now we hear ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 576 str.
...to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate.' And again in Venus and Adonis: — ' Lo, here the gentle lark,...And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The snn ariseth in his majesty.' Perhaps Lyly's Alexander and Campaspe suggested this song : ' who is't... | |
 | Thomas Bewick - 1826 - 446 str.
...and is heard chiefly in the morning. Shakespeare thus beautifully describes its rising — Lo ! hear the gentle Lark, weary of rest From his moist cabinet...wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun aroeth in his majesty. It rises in the air almost perpendicularly and by successive springs, and hovers... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 572 str.
...to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate.' And again in Venus and Adonis : — ' Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cahinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty.'... | |
 | 1829 - 682 str.
...dejected, apprehensive, sorrowful for the absence of Adonis. She commences her search with the dawn. ' Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty : Who doth the world so gloriously behold, The cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 str.
...fantastic wits ? She says, 'tit *o: they answer all, 'tis so ; And would say after her, if she said no. Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...morning, from whose silver breast The Sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 str.
...fantastic wits ? She said, 'tis so : they answer all, 'tis so ; And would say after her, if she said no. Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and bills seem burnish'd gold.... | |
 | 1832 - 670 str.
...night. From his watch-tower in the skies. Till the dapple dawn doth rise." And also Shakespeare : " The gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet...morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty." This harmony it continues several months; generally beginning it in May, and ending in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 str.
...Melting the darkness. 1 — v. 1. 18 Look, the unfolding star calls up the shepherd. 5 — iv. 2. 19 Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1838 - 744 str.
...astonish the world ; powers alike unrivalled either in developing the terrible or the beautiful. " Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; \\ ho doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.... | |
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