 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 544 páginas
...and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life Js but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 570 páginas
...and my fell1 of hair Would, at a dismal treatise, rouse, and stir As life were in it : 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 ; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 512 páginas
...thoughts. Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Mach. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 444 páginas
...vacation : for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves. AY iii. 2. 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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1854 - 332 páginas
...and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that...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 - 1854 - 440 páginas
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? .Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Juacb. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 406 páginas
...Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Seg. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have...candle ! Life 's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 394 páginas
...horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thougnts. Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry t Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...candle ! Life 's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 páginas
...; and my fell 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 ; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 710 páginas
...fell of hair "Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot...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... 
