 Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.  The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes - Page 252by William Shakespeare - 1745Full view - About this book
 | Robert J. Mrazek - Fiction - 2000 - 244 pages
...reply. I summoned my courage and said with all the feeling I could give the words, " 'See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand: O! that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek.' ' Aside from the rain striking the shutters, there was complete silence for at least a full minute.... | |
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