 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 68 páginas
...to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry 1 Setl. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 páginas
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry 1 Sty. The queen, my lord, is dead. M',!i. 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... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 444 páginas
...night-shriek ; and my fell of hair, Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir, As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors : Direness, familiar...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - 952 páginas
...familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry! Set/. The qurcn, z k this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | 1849 - 588 páginas
...apartments, lie asks — " Wherefore was that cry ? " Seytnn. — The queen, my lord, is dead. " Macbeth. — olled Above the cities of a world gone by ! Sand hath...Sea-weed o'ergrown the halls of revelry — Dash his petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 576 páginas
...; and my fell 1 of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; 1 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 606 páginas
...full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb....To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; J And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 590 páginas
...full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb....such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, To the last syllable of recorded time ; 1 Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, And all our yesterdays... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 656 páginas
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? SEY. The queen, my lord, is dead. MACR. She should have died hereafter; There would have been...candle ! Life 's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, • Dtuty. Warburton would read dtuty. In ' Troilus and Cressida' we have "dusty nothing." Douee has... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 744 páginas
...and stir As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...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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