 | Loren McLeod - 2003 - 0 pagini
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 | John Coulson Tregarthen - 2004 - 310 pagini
...day: It was the nightingale and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear. ROMEO: It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale:...jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. Andrew was so touched by these words that he leant forward and looked at me. He seemed to be thinking:... | |
 | J. Arthur Gibbs - 2004 - 272 pagini
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 | Arthur F. Kinney - 2004 - 196 pagini
...by candlelight in Shakespeare is always apocalyptic. Romeo concurs in his second night with Juliet: "Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands...mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die" (3.5.9-11). Another prevalent if simple device for telling time was the crowing of the cock, signifying... | |
 | Diethelm Brüggemann - 2004 - 550 pagini
...bleibt, kann das für ihn in der feindlichen Umgebung der Familie Capulet den Tod bedeuten: (Romeo:) It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale:...streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: [...] „I must be gone and live, or stay and die." Schließlich übernimmt er jedoch Julias Auslegung,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 pagini
...thine ear. Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. ROMEO It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale....mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. JULIET Yond light is not daylight; I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhaled To be to thee... | |
 | Robert Cohen - 2005 - 312 pagini
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 | Sister Miriam Joseph - 2005 - 423 pagini
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 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 1344 pagini
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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... 
