 She is not rosy-finger'd, but swoln black. Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, And her sick head is bound about with clouds, As if she threaten'd night ere noon of day. It does not look as it would have a hail Or health wish'd in it, as on other...  The Yale Literary Magazine - Página 241844Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Charles Lamb - 1808 - 512 páginas
...Conspiracy. — Lentuhis, Gethegus, and Catiline meet, "before the other Conspirators are ready. Lent. It is methinks a morning full of fate. It riseth slowly,...weights of sleep and death hung at it. She is not rosy-fin ger'd, but swoln black. Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, And her sick head is bound... | |
 | Ben Jonson - 1811 - 790 páginas
...; Tho' ou their shoulders, necks, and heads you rise. SCENE IV. Lentulus, Cethegue, Catiline. Lent. 'It is, methinks, a morning full of fate! It riseth slowly, as her sullen car [at it ! Had all the weights of sleep and death hung She is notrosie-fmger'd, butswoln black ! Her... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 508 páginas
...Conspiracy. — Lentulus, Cethegus, and Catiline meet, before the other Conspirators are ready. Lent. It is methinks a morning full of fate. It riseth slowly,...weights of sleep and death hung at it. She is not rosy-finger'd, but swoln black. Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, And her sick head is bound... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 502 páginas
...Conspiracy. — Lentulus, Cethegus, and Catiline meet, before the other Conspirators are ready. Lent. It is methinks a morning full of fate. It riseth slowly, as her sullen car Had all the weights of ileep and death hung at it. She is not rosy-finger'd, but swoln black. Her face is like a water turn'd... | |
 | Ben Jonson, William Gifford - 1816 - 556 páginas
...shoulders, necks and heads you rise. [Exit Aurelia. Enter LENTULUS, in discourse with CETHEGUS. Lent. 'It is, methinks, a morning full of fate! It riseth...weights of sleep and death hung at it! She is not rosy-finger'd, but swoll'n black ; Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, And her sick head is bound... | |
 | Henry Neele - 1830 - 586 páginas
...about to deSate, by this powerful description : — " It is, methinks, a Morning full of Fate ! She riseth slowly, as her sullen car Had all the weights of Sleep and Death hung at it She is not rosy finger'd, bat swoll'n black ! Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, And her sick head is bound... | |
 | Henry Neele - 1839 - 264 páginas
...about to debate, by this powerful description : — " It is, methinks, a Morning full of Fate ! She riseth slowly, as her sullen car Had all the weights of Sleep and Death hung at it. She is not rosy finger'd, but swoll'n black ! Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, And her sick head is bound... | |
 | 1844 - 276 páginas
...mornings that usher in these melancholy days, Ben Jonson gives the following dismal description — It is, methinks, a morning full of fate ! It riseth...weights of sleep and death hung at it ! She is not rosy-finger'd, but swoln black ! Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, And her sick head is bound... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1844 - 330 páginas
...CATILINE meet, before the other Conspirators are ready. Lent. It is methinks a morning full of fate. 1 1 riseth slowly, as her sullen car Had all the weights of sleep and death hung at it. She is not rosy-fingerM, but swoln black. Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, And her sick head is bound... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1845 - 492 páginas
...Conspiracy. — Lentulus, Cethegus, and Catiline meet, before the other Conspirators are ready. Lent. It is methinks a morning full of fate, It riseth slowly,...weights of sleep and death hung at it. She is not rosy-finger'd, but swoln black. Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, And her sick head is bound... | |
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