 | 1923 - 748 pagine
...ancient little carol has been slightly changed. 29. "SLEEP STAYS NOT, THOUGH A MONARCH BIDS" (line 11). Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the... | |
 | Wolfgang Clemen - 1987 - 232 pagine
...frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, 10 And husht with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfmn'd chambers of the great, Under... | |
 | Stephen Greenblatt - 1988 - 226 pagine
...of histrionic rhetoric but as a private meditation, the innermost thoughts of a troubled, weary man: Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon...with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest... | |
 | George T. Wright - 1988 - 366 pagine
...successive lines with very different rhythmical contours that nevertheless remained metrically iambic: Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon...And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber (2 Henry 1V. 3.1.9-I1) The second and third lines follow a mainly trochaic inner rhythm, in contrast... | |
 | Orson Welles - 1988 - 356 pagine
...frighted thee, / That thou no more wilt weigh mine eyelids down / And steep my senses in forgetful ness? / Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, / Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee / And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, / Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, / Under... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 pagine
...I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? .h . Y . hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great. Under the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 884 pagine
...I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, 10 And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,... | |
 | Jonathan Dollimore, Alan Sinfield - 1994 - 308 pagine
...uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? (1II.i.9—14) Who knows? perhaps it is even true; perhaps in a society in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 pagine
...I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the... | |
 | Margaret Shewring - 1998 - 228 pagine
...my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smokey cribs Than in the perfumed chambers of the great Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sound of sweetest melody. There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of... | |
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How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou... 
