 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - Страниц: 370
...slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Mad. She should have died hereafter ; There would have...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 - 1837 - Страниц: 516
...Din-ness, familiar to my slaughl'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.— Wherefore was that cry ? Sty. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have...have been a time for such a word.— To-morrow, and to-morro-.v, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Tu the last syllable of recorded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - Страниц: 1130
...thoughts. Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry 1 Sey, The queen, my lord, is dead. Mar. lliam walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - Страниц: 536
...thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. JM«c6. She should have died hereafter; There would have been...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 - 1839 - Страниц: 572
...thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry ? Scy. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, To the last syllable of recorded time ; l Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, And all our yesterdays... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - Страниц: 396
...have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. 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 - 1843 - Страниц: 582
...supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is...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 - 1843 - Страниц: 450
...supp'd full with horrors : Bireness , familiar to my slaughterous thoughts , Cannot once start me. — 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 - 1843 - Страниц: 406
...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,...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 - 1843 - Страниц: 1008
...IHreness, familiar to my slunght'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Яу. that. Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Sene....Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is xrong'd. Beat. this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; 1 Le. Oratcrandle*. « Skia... | |
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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... 
