 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - Страниц: 438
...allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud ; That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoaky mouths, But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven. The watch strikes. 12 13 No end is limited... | |
 | George Godfrey Cunningham - 1853 - Страниц: 526
...hell, Now draw np Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cluud ; That, when jou vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths; But let my soul irount and ascend to heav'n. ( The watch strikes.) Oh ! half the hour is past : 'twill... | |
 | George Godfrey Cunningham - 1853 - Страниц: 528
...hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud ; That, when !ou vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky muuths ; But let my soul mount and ascend to heav'n. ( The watch strikes.) Oh ! half the hour is past... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1854 - Страниц: 572
...allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud ; That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven. The watch strikes. 0 half the hour is past : 'twill all... | |
 | 1856 - Страниц: 754
...allotted death and hell , Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud, That when you vomit forth into the air , My limbs may issue from your smoaky mouths, But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven ! The watch strikes. O half the hour is past... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1856 - Страниц: 590
...hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud ; That when yon vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven [The Watch strikes.] Oh, half the hour is past: 't will... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1857 - Страниц: 468
...allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon laboring cloud ; That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoaky mouths, But let my soul mount, and ascend to heaven. The ivatch strikes. O half the hour is... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1861 - Страниц: 420
...allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon laboring cloud ; That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, But let my soul mount, and ascend to heaven. {The watch strikes.] O half the hour is past! 'twill all... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - Страниц: 626
...allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud ; That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven. The Watch strilxs. Oh, half the hour is past : 'twill all... | |
 | George Godfrey Cunningham - 1863 - Страниц: 832
...death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist. Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud ; That, when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your tmoky mouths ; But let my suul mount and ascend to heav'n. ( The watch strikes.) Oh ! half the hour... | |
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You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist... 
