 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 páginas
...Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. e lx U6"l o MA |k& +X (f\ n D " q ~ ' $ C xX % wiii; / <x }w ! @| sprite, In the church-way paths to glide) And we fairies, that do run, By the triple Hecat's team,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 554 páginas
...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 ; And we fairies, that do run, By the triple Hecat's team,... | |
 | 442 páginas
...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 let forth his sprite, In the church-way path, to glide. And we fairies, that do run, By the triple... | |
 | Philip Edwards - 2004 - 264 páginas
...un-build his paradise, it is possible to hear the echoes of another and less disturbing winter's tale: 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. (A Midsummer Night's Dream, v,i,368-71) Mamillius's whispered... | |
 | Jan Bakker, J. A. Verleun, J. v. d Vriesenaerde - 1987 - 248 páginas
...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. (V, i, 361-8) familiar ritual of domestic cleansing, as at... | |
 | Jan Kott - 1987 - 180 páginas
...night-rule, return to the stage. Now the hungry lion roars And the wolf behowls the moon . . . Now is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite In the church-way paths to glide. (5.1.357-58, 365-68) The somber line of Puck would be more... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 páginas
...Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. y bodies we conceive; 3 Pleasures are not, if they last; In their passing is their best sprite. In the church-way paths to glide: (V, i) CH; ChTr; CTC; E1L; LiTB; MoShBr; OBSC; OxBoLi; TrGrPo;... | |
 | Herbert R. Coursen - 1993 - 212 páginas
...Nod into a sea of dew. As Roger Warren says, The waking was not odd as I watched it. As Puck said, "Now it is the time of night / That the graves, all gaping wide, / Every one lets forth his sprite / In the churchway paths to glide" (V. 1.374-77), the others rose from their dim-semicircle... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 páginas
...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, n° Every one lets forth his sprite In the churchway paths to glide. And we fairies, that do run By... | |
 | 1995 - 108 páginas
...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. And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team,... | |
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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. 
