 | 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...whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty." This harmony it continues several months; generally beginning it in May, and ending in September. The... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1837 - 166 str.
...— that is one song! and then there is another, and I think that is Shakspeare's too : 41 Lo ! how the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet...morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in true majesty." Well ! this is merry work. Lark, lark ! I must hid you good hye. The sun is high 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...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Poems. b Antipodes. 20 The wolves have prey'd : and look,... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1838 - 744 str.
...astonish the world ; powers alike unrivalled either in developing the terrible or the beautiful. " oat, is probable from the circumstance noticed by...found, and consequently the era of the broad shil ; \\ ho doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 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...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Poema. * Antipodes. t Aurora takes for a time her farewell... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 str.
...She says, ' 'Tis so ; ' they answer ail, • "f is so : ' And would say after her, if she said No. Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow : — ' O thou... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 str.
...'tis so ; And would say after her, if she said no. Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, i •) From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, / And wakes...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnished gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow. O thou clear... | |
 | Wood-notes - 1842 - 160 str.
...been. Thou'rt on the wing, and chilly-finger'd fear Holds my best reason as if ill were near. THE LARK. Lo ! here the gentle Lark, weary of rest, From his...wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun arises in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, THE SWALLOW. FOOLISH prater, what... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 str.
...fantastic wits I She says, '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...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow. O thou clear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 str.
...fantastic' wits ? She says, '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...majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow. O thou clear... | |
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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. 
