 How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...  The Plays of William Shakespeare - Page 90by William Shakespeare, George Steevens, Nicholas Rowe, Samuel Johnson - 1803Full view - About this book
 | Drama - 1865 - 562 pages
...******* How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night,...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Henry Glassford Bell - History - 1865
...STEPHAJJO. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank 1 Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness and the night Become...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young -ey'd cherubims... | |
 | Robert Armstrong (master of Madras coll) - 1866
...SPHERES. H<yw sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become...patines of bright gold ! There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still choiring to the young-eyed... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1866
...« 1 . How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this hank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become...with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou hehold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins,... | |
 | Q. D., William Shakespeare - Drama - 1866
...STEPHAMO. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of1 music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night,...with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins... | |
![The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.].](http://bks4.books.google.co.uk/books?id=kpwNAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl "The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.].") | William Shakespeare - 1866
...STEPBAK" How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night,...with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins:... | |
 | Theocritus - Poetry - 1866 - 380 pages
...— ' How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sound of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night,...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold' st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed... | |
 | Standard poetry book - Juvenile literature - 1866
...Cowper. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night,...with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still choiring to the young-eyed cherubims... | |
 | Charles Bilton - History - 1866
...Lorenzo. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank | Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night,...with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - Literary Criticism - 1866 - 376 pages
...sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep into our ears : soft stillness, and the night, Become the...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins... | |
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