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... SHAKESPEARE - Page 598by BIBLIOTHEQUE ANGLO-FRANCAISE - 1836Full view - About this book
| Carol Dommermuth-Costa - 2001 - 120 pages
...Merchant of Venice, he had to evoke each scene through words. For example, Lorenzo tells Jessica: How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with pantines of bright gold. — The Merchant of Venice, Act V, scene i, 54-59 When Shakespeare... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 pages
...we go in ? — My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you, Within the house, your mistress is at hand; 2 - 2 mght Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid... | |
| Simon Shaw-Miller, Simon Miller - 2002 - 308 pages
...of minimalism. XA CHORUS OF VOICES SEEING MUSIC IN CAGE AND FLUXUS, THE BIRTH OF THE POSTMODERN How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. —William Shakespeare The greatest events— they are not our noisiest but... | |
| Kenneth Olwig - 2002 - 344 pages
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| Kenneth Olwig - 2002 - 340 pages
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| Gene Amole - 2002 - 196 pages
...the bay off Lahaina. I want to remember these lines from Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice: "How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...our ears: soft stillness and the night become the touches of sweet harmony." You see? I want to die the good death. Isn't that OK? In Paris, I won't... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 pages
...Henry VI Hi Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress. Peter — RJ IV.v How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Lorenzo — MV Vi The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd... | |
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