 It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or...  Cymbeline. Romeo and Juliet - 80 ページWilliam Shakespeare 著 - 1788全文表示 - この書籍について
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...Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.' VIOLA (reading). 'It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale....envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must... | |
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