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" It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or... "
The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First ... - Page 116
by William Shakespeare - 1856
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The Play Within the Play: The Performance of Meta-theatre and Self-reflection

Gerhard Fischer, Bernhard Greiner - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 460 pages
...Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.' VIOLA (reading). 'It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do...mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.' The words of the scene become Will's and Viola 's, their way of saying the farewells they cannot utter....
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Scena e parola in Shakespeare, Volume 24

Masolino D'Amico - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 250 pages
...pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. ROMEO It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do...mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. JULIET Yond light is not daylight; I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhaled To be to thee...
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Dona Lona

Blanche Chloe Grant - Fiction - 2007 - 348 pages
...morning. We start early. Love and farewell, Ewing. PS I've just looked over the play again, tonight. "Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands...mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die." It fits my case, Lona. E. For several moments, Lona sat stunned, dry eyed. But she was calm. She could...
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Let Me In

John Ajvide Lindqvist, Ebba Segerberg - Fiction - 2007 - 472 pages
...floor fell away, and when he felt the whole bed floating in the air he knew he was asleep. OCTOBER Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands...mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, IIL5VJTray. Everything was gray. His eyes wouldn't focus; it...
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