![]() they almost devour me with kisses, their arms about me entwine, till i think of the bishop of bingen in his mouse-tower on the rhine! do you think, o blue-eyed banditti, because you have scaled the wall, such an old mustache as i am is not a match for you all! i have you fast in my fortress, and will not let you depart, but put you down into the dungeon in the round-tower of my heart. a sudden rush from the stairway, a sudden raid from the hall! by three doors left unguarded they enter my castle wall! they climb up into my turret o'er the arms and back of my chair if i try to escape, they surround me they seem to be everywhere. ![]() a whisper, and then a silence: yet i know by their merry eyes they are plotting and planning together to take me by surprise. from my study i see in the lamplight, descending the broad hall stair, grave alice, and laughing allegra, and edith with golden hair. ![]() i hear in the chamber above me the patter of little feet, the sound of a door that is opened, and voices soft and sweet. "the children's hour" by henry wadsworth longfellow between the dark and the daylight, when the night is beginning to lower, comes a pause in the day's occupations, that is known as the children's hour. her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so brightthat birds would sing and think it were not e how she leans her cheek upon her hand o that i were a glove upon that hand,that i might touch that cheek! i am too bold: 'tis not to me she speaks.two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyesto twinkle in their spheres till they return.what if her eyes were there, they in her head? the brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,as daylight doth a lamp. ![]() cast it off.it is my lady, o, it is my love! o that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she says nothing what of that? her eye discourses, i will answer it. Write an adaptation for an audience expecting a modern english answer ! shakespeare’s language: but soft, what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east and juliet is the sun! arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair than she.be not her maid, since she is envious her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. ![]()
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