 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 páginas
...arid 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...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 - 1858 - 752 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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 362 páginas
...Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry ? Sty. 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 - 1860 - 840 páginas
...once start me. Re-enter SEYTON-. Wherefore was that cry ? SEY. The queen, my lord, is dead. K. MACH. s brow-bound with the oak. His pupil-age Man-enter'd...And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since, He lur this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1861 - 128 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 - 1862 - 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...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, John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 498 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...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... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 páginas
...with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...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 - 1866 - 788 páginas
...with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...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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