 | Christopher Marlowe - 1876 - Страниц: 474
...death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon § labouring cloud[a], 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 dock itrika tht half-hour. 0, half the hour is past... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - Страниц: 870
...allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud ; s with sheep replete, with corn the dale, And many a cottage yielded good Scotch a But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven. The Watch strikes. Oh, half the hour is past : 'twill all... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1877 - Страниц: 186
...allotted death and h Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, I70 Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud, That, when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs...Ah, half the hour is past ! 'twill all be past anon. i75 O God, If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul, Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ransomed... | |
 | Theodor Delius - 1881 - Страниц: 40
...von You stars .... Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring clouds, That, when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs...mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to heaven! Sie sind wohl ohne Zweifel späterer Zusatz. An den letzten Worten trägt aber Marlowe sicherlich keine... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - Страниц: 1000
...allotted death and hell, Now draw up Fanstus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of you laboring cloud; 1881 Harper & Brothers" Sargent Epes" Epes Sargent( But let my sonl mount and ascend to heaven. The watch strikes. Oh! half the hour is past: 'twill all... | |
 | Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882 - Страниц: 558
...half a drop: ah, my Christ, Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ! Yet will I call on him.' The clock strikes the half hour: 'Ah, half the hour is past! 'twill all be past anon. . . . Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years, A hundred thousand, and at last be saved.' The clock... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - Страниц: 1002
...allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustns, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon laboring cloud ; / / / But let my sonl mount and ascend to heaven. The icatch strikes. Oh! half the hour is past: 'twill all... | |
 | James Baldwin - 1882 - Страниц: 632
...allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon laboring clouds, 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 elock strikes the half hour.] Oh, half the hour is... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - Страниц: 384
...allotted death and hell ! Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring clouds, 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 clock strikes the half -hour. O, half the hour is... | |
 | Ellen Crofts - 1884 - Страниц: 392
...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...! half the hour is past ! 'twill all be past anon. 0 God, If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul, Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood" has ransomed me,... | |
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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... 
