 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - Страниц: 412
...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 - 1803 - Страниц: 558
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Mac. She should have died hereafter; There would have been...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 - 1806 - Страниц: 432
...slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lard, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There...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 - 1807 - Страниц: 346
...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 - 1808 - Страниц: 432
...with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. 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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 454
...with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - Страниц: 440
...Direness, familiar to my slaiight'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry i Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...Tomorrow, 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 - 1810 - Страниц: 434
...and stir As life were in't : I have supt full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...have been a time for such a word.— To-morrow, and to-ir.orrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - Страниц: 364
...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 - 1813 - Страниц: 476
...Direuess, familiar to my slaught'rons thoughts, Cannot once start me.— Wherefore was that cry? Set/. 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... | |
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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... 
