 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 páginas
...que nunca nos "sometemos a un miedo droop and drowse, / Whiles Night's black agents to their preys do rouse. / Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still; /Things bad begim make strong themselves by ill. 15. I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, / And wish th' estate o' th'... | |
 | Marc Shell - 2002 - 552 páginas
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 | Marc Shell - 2002 - 556 páginas
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 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 260 páginas
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 | Kenneth Muir - 2002 - 216 páginas
...tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Lighf thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood; Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvell'st at my words; but hold thee still: Things bad begun make strong themselves... | |
 | Stanley Wells, Sarah Stanton - 2002 - 342 páginas
...to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, And the crow makes wing to th'rooky wood; Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still; Things bad begun, make strong themselves... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Dinah Jurksaitis - 2003 - 156 páginas
...hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow 50 Makes wing to the rooky wood. Good things of day begin...droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvell'st at my words; but hold thee still, Things bad begun make strong themselves... | |
 | William Harmon - 2003 - 566 páginas
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 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 2003 - 845 páginas
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 | William Shakespeare - 2003 - 258 páginas
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Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good... 
