...the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she agans in those holy fields [womb Over whose acres walkt those blessed feet Which fourteen JULIET. Ay me! ROMBO. She speaks: — O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this...

...nail tile desperately. she commenced hacking awa\ at her fingernails. when a voice behind her said. 'O! that I were a glove upon that hand. that I might touch that check!'"0 Cicely reddened. turned. It was Cleon Bel Murphy! Softly. she told him. *What man art thon....

...left the window. I couldn't see them anymore but I didn't care. I was feeling better. "SEE, HOW SHE LEANS HER CHEEK UPON HER HAND! O, THAT I WERE A GLOVE UPON THAT HAND, THAT I MIGHT TOUCH THAT CHEEK!" I was hoping that I was accidentally describing her position with perfect accuracy. "O, SPEAK AGAIN,...

...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! " EMILY. "Ay me!" JASON. "She speaks:— O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to...

...having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they returnSee, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek." Did you read that out loud? If not, go back now and read it aloud, preferably, to someone who will...

...Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! [Many of Romeo's lines early in the play, beautiful as they are, are considered by some critics to...

...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! O, speak again, bright angel; for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged...

...how she leans her cheek upon her hand. (Student 1 again begins to climb up the fabric to Student 2.) O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek. STU. 2 (J). Ay me. (Student 2 runs away with his end of the fabric.) STU. 1 (R). She speaks. 0 speak...

...that birds do sing and think that it were not night.... See how she leans her cheek upon her hand? Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek! FEMALE SINGER. I wonder you will still be talking, Signer.... Nobody marks you. FOOL. She gives me...

...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....