 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 554 pagina’s
...snores, All with weary task foredone.1 Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
 | John Bellenden Ker - 1837 - 334 pagina’s
...universal landlord. SHAKSPEARE. " Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech owl screeching loud. Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a SCHHOVD. ID. " Whereof astoiued, my fate I gan withdrawe, Full gretly wondiring what it might be, That... | |
 | John Bellenden Ker - 1837 - 334 pagina’s
...universal landlord. SHAESPEARE. " Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech owl screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a SCHRoUD, ID. " Whereof aatoiued, my fote I gan withdrawe. Full gretly wondiring what it might be, That... | |
 | Aristomenes (fict. name.) - 1838 - 296 pagina’s
...continuance of the war. CHAPTER XV. " Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 790 pagina’s
...snores. All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow. Whilst the scritch-owl, scritchiug bawd, time out of mind \ but yet I will be content to be a shroud. Now it is the time of night. That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pagina’s
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, . That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 550 pagina’s
...snores, All with weary task foredone.1 Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 pagina’s
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
 | John William Carleton - 1843 - 266 pagina’s
..." Now the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task foredone; Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud." " It's a lonesome feeling night," observed the ratcatcher, striding by the side of his companion,... | |
 | James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps - 1841 - 138 pagina’s
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, . Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,... | |
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Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide... 
