 How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...  The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Pagina 202door William Shakespeare - 1880 - 1097 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 348 pagina’s
...music forth into the air.— [Exit STEPHANO. How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;...with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1817 - 322 pagina’s
...your music forth into the air.— [Exit STSHow sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears...patines of bright gold ;' There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubim... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 pagina’s
...forth into the air. — [ Exit Stephano. How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank ! Mere will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears...with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiringtotheyoung-ey'dcherubins:... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 pagina’s
...brow, An age of poverty. ACT V. MOONLIGHT. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;...patines* of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young eyed cherubim:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 518 pagina’s
...music forth into the air. — [Exit Slephano. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ' Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears...patines' of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou bebold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings. Still quiring to the young-ey d chérubins... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1140 pagina’s
...music forth into the air. — [Exit STBPHAKO. How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank! Here will praise doth wrong this shadow In underprizing it,...the scroll, The continent and summary of my fortune. orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins:... | |
 | BIBLIOTHEQUE ANGLO-FRANCAISE - 1836 - 648 pagina’s
...music forth into the air. (Exit STEPHANO.) How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 pagina’s
...music forth into the air. — [Erif Sr*. How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank ! Here will e5esgtgugvgwgxgyg \Wa bZe[e5I e(g f f"c#c ],f#e$e N d|X _ _ ] X g g... g g g g g g g g g g g dng d f f g g g g g g g ge\ g g g g g g gzg{g|g orb, which thou behold'st. But in his motion like an angel sings, Still ouiring to the young-ey'd cherubins... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 550 pagina’s
...music forth into the air. — [Exit STEPHANO. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears...patines ' of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 pagina’s
...he forgave it her. * * VOL. I.— C Lor. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears...patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims... | |
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