 | John M. Ford - 2004 - Liczba stron: 376
...spirits of the night: "Everv one lets forth his sprite in the church way paths to glide; and we faines that do run, by the triple Hecate's team, from the presence of the sun . . . following darkness . . ." She paused, said not singing, "like a dream Now are frolic; not a mouse shall disturb this hallowed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - Liczba stron: 900
...wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe 360 In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of...the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic. Not a mouse 370 Shall disturb this hallowed house. I am sent with broom before, To sweep the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - Liczba stron: 68
...the loud cries of the barn owl Force those who lie in beds of pain To think about their coming death. Now it is the time of night, That the graves all gaping...church-way paths to glide. And we fairies, that do run By thetriple Hecate' s team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic;... | |
 | Alfred Noyes - 2006 - Liczba stron: 412
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 | William Shakespeare - 2006 - Liczba stron: 226
...forte Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night 370 That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth...of the sun Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic. Not a mouse Shall disturb this hallowed house. I am sent with broom before 380 To sweep the... | |
 | Michael Bright - 2006 - Liczba stron: 372
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 | Stuart Sillars - 2006 - Liczba stron: 388
...Swifter than the wandering moon. (4.1.92-5) There may also be suggestions of Puck's penultimate speech: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's...the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic (5.1.361-5) The grace of the characters implies a reading of 'frolic' as jrohlich or joyful,... | |
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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, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic ; not a mouse... 
