 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...wound — But soft, what light thro' yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! It is my lady — Oh, it is my love ! Oh that she knew she were ! JULIET appears above, at a Window. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 418
...felt a woundBut soft, what light thro' yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! It is my lady — Oh, it is my love ! Oh that she knew she were ! JULIET appears above, at a Window. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick... | |
 | 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 740
...envious ! [she. Her vesta] livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it ! cast it off ! It is my lady ; Oh ! it is my love ! Oh that she knew she were ! [that ? She speaks ; yet she says nothing ! what of Her eye discourses ; I will answer it. — 1... | |
 | 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 628
...[she. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it! cast it off! It is n,\ lady ; Oh ! it is my love ! Oh that she knew she were ! [that ? She speaks ; yet she says nothing ! what of Her eye discourses ; I will answer it.— I am... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 932
...— " ' But soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ' It is the East, and Juliet is the sun ! It is my lady ! Oh ! it is my love. Oh ! that she knew she were ! O speak to me, bright angel ! forthon art Glorious as is a messenger of Heaven, Unto the white upturned... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1842 - عدد الصفحات: 566
...unsubdued. She felt her heart giving way within her, till when he came to the lines— It is my lady—Oh, it is my love, Oh, that she knew she were ! She could...neck, exclaiming amid the bursting sobs, " This is not acting—my own dear Merrick—I know I am—I know it!" "Thou Juliet of my soul!" cried he, in a voice... | |
 | Robert Douglas - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 548
...went on, Lilias's feelings completely vanquished her. There was truth in his adoring gaze, deep fervor in the heart-thrilling melody of his voice. It was...weeping upon his neck, exclaiming amid the bursting sob?, — " This is not acting, my own dear Merrick ; I know I am — I know it !" " Thou Juliet of... | |
 | Robert Douglas - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 350
...unsubdued. She felt her heart giving way within her, till, when he came to the lines— It is my lady—Oh, it is my love ! Oh, that she knew she were !— she...This is not acting, my own dear Merrick; I know I am—I know it!" " Thou Juliet of my soul!" cried he, in a voice that sounded strange and unnatural... | |
 | 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 352
...graceful frame, every line of that noble countenance spoke passion, »ingle, devoted, unsubdued. She fc-lt her heart giving way within her, till, when he came...It is my lady — Oh, it is my love ! Oh, that she kne\v she were ! — she could restrain herself no longer, but fell with a flood of weeping upon his... | |
 | Charles Rann Kennedy - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 168
...envious ; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it : cast it off. — It is my lady ; Oh, it is my love ! Oh that she knew she were ! — She speaks, yet she says nothing ; What of that ? Her eye discourses ; I will answer it. I am too bold... | |
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It is my lady ; Oh! it is my love : Oh, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing : what of that ? Her eye discourses : I will answer it. 
