 | Icon Reference - 2006 - 168 pagini
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 | Icon Reference - 2006 - 188 pagini
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 | Icon Reference - 2006 - 168 pagini
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 | Nathan Drake - 2006 - 372 pagini
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 | Nichol D. Smith - 2006 - 396 pagini
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 | Stuart Sillars - 2006 - 388 pagini
...Day,23 where an allusion to Albion is linked with a reference to these lines from Romeo and 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) Here the figure stands before the sun so that light appears to stream directly from it.... | |
 | David Swing - 2006 - 200 pagini
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 | Masolino D'Amico - 2007 - 255 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... | |
 | Gerhard Fischer, Bernhard Greiner - 2007 - 478 pagini
...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....mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.' The words of the scene become Will's and Viola 's, their way of saying the farewells they cannot utter.... | |
 | Blanche Chloe Grant - 2007 - 350 pagini
...morning. We start early. Love and farewell, Ewing. PS I've just looked over the play again, tonight. "Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands...mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die." It fits my case, Lona. E. For several moments, Lona sat stunned, dry eyed. But she was calm. She could... | |
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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... 
