 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 páginas
...with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Enter SEYTOJT. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 344 páginas
...that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There would hare been a time for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow,...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 páginas
...Ihavesupp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...time for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and<o-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Tothelast syllable of recorded time, And all... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 páginas
...Ihavesnpp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — wh@ and,to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 1010 páginas
...supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — ׀ 0 walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage. And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 360 páginas
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow : a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 514 páginas
...supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 páginas
...Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sfy. th.it virtue on it, madam. Par. The crow doth sing...sweetly as the Urk, When neither is attended ; and, this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 464 páginas
...supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is...hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word2. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the... | |
 | 1828 - 310 páginas
...and make discovery Err in report of us." ACT VS 4. XVIII. " The queen, my lord, is dead. Млев. She should have died hereafter ; There would have...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have... | |
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She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way... 
