 When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While...  The Plays of William Shakespeare - Página 105por William Shakespeare - 1803Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2002 - 428 páginas
...sings the staring owl: Tu-who! Tu-whit, tu-who!" a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns...red and raw; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who! Tu-whit, tu-who!" a merry note, And greasy Joan doth keel... | |
 | G. Wilsin Knight - 2002 - 368 páginas
...frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-who; When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns...red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-who; To- whit, to-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth... | |
 | Frederick Kiefer - 2003 - 378 páginas
...nightly sings the staring owl, "Tu-whit, tu-who!" A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns...red and raw; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, "Tu-whit, tu-who!" A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the... | |
 | Paul Ford, J. Michael Thompson - 2005 - 236 páginas
...nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns...red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; William shakespe,u, Tu-who, a merry note, sixteenth u-ntury... | |
 | John N. Serio, Robert Crockett - 2005 - 60 páginas
...nightly sings the staring owl — Tu-whit, Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns...red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owlTu-whit, Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.... | |
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