 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - Страниц: 434
...supt full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry * Sey. The queen, my lord,...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
...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, is...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 - 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...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 - 1817 - Страниц: 360
...slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is Head. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There would...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ;5 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - Страниц: 362
...Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? .' Skin. VOL. IV. I The queen, my lord, is dead. acb. 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 - 1819 - Страниц: 560
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry r Sey. The queen, mv lord, is dead. Mach. 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 - 1821 - Страниц: 516
...; Direness^ familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.— Wherefore was that cry 1 Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...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 - 1821 - Страниц: 528
...supp'd full with horrors 7 ; JDireness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.— Wherefore was that cry ? SEY. The queen, my lord,...hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word 8. — • Again, in King Lear : " The goujeres shall devour them, flesh and fell." A dealer in hides... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - Страниц: 504
...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,...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 - 1823 - Страниц: 380
...supt 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 ;8 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 way... 
