 | Aileen M. Carroll - 2000 - 148 pages
...Who is the speaker of these lines? A'ovv the wasted brands do glow Whilst the screech owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. What time of day or night is it? 5. In the play within a play, why does Pyramus kill himself? (D Final... | |
 | Eileen Holland - 2000 - 324 pages
...her secrets. Shakespeare described the screech owls power thus: VWrilst the screech-owl, screeching loud. Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.21 Screech owls are sacred to Annis and Lilith. The goddess Ana was demonized by Christians... | |
 | Ann Radcliffe - 2001 - 708 pages
...did not return, and she retired, to forget in sleep the disastrous story she had heard. CHAPTER IV 'Now it is the time of night, That, the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way path to glide.' SHAKESPEARE [Midsummer Eight's Dream]' On the next night,... | |
 | Antony Tatlow - 2001 - 320 pages
...snores, All with weary task foredone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. (Vi368) No matter that Oberon and Puck may then try to mend the audience's humor, that society's unconscious... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 pages
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching xIu4 sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team From... | |
 | G. Wilsin Knight - 2002 - 368 pages
...snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance...graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From... | |
 | 1984 - 440 pages
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Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths... 
