SONG Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus gins arise His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise, Arise,... Cymbeline - Página 33por William Shakespeare - 1811Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy - 1997 - 151 páginas
...speak. I happened to run into this famous song by Shakespeare: "Hark, hark the lark at Heaven's gate and Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those...winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise. Arise! Arise!" You know that love must speak. It must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 436 páginas
...remain; but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good-conceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it; and then...lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, 20 His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 504 páginas
...word of the four following lines for all that Sh.'s grammar-correctors have ever written : ' Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus...water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies.' S1NG. Sh. must not be tried by rules which were invented after his time. We have the same grammatical... | |
 | Ross W. Duffin - 2004 - 536 páginas
...but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good conceited thing; after a wonderful sweet ayre, with admirable rich words to it, and then let her...SONG. Hark, hark, the Lark at Heaven's gate sings, and Phcebus 'gins arise, His Steeds to water at those Springs on chalic'd Flow'rs that lies: And winking... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2007 - 297 páginas
...us, till the world go round, Cup us, till the world go round! Act II. Sc, m, CYMBELINE CLOTEN Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus...winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With everything that pretty is: My lady sweet, arise; Arise, arise! Sc.m. DEATH-CHANT BY GUIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS... | |
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