 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 страници
...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 - 1803 - 558 страници
...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...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 - 1805 - 454 страници
...hereafter ; 8 • arbitrate:] ie determine. 9 fell of hair—] My hairy part, my capillitium. Fell is skin. There would have been a time for such a word. —...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 - 1805 - 442 страници
...— — arbitrate:] ie determine. 0 fell of hair — ] My hairy part, my capillitium. Fell is tkia. There would have been a time for such a word. —...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 - 1806 - 432 страници
...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...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 - 1807 - 346 страници
...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 - 1808 - 432 страници
...home. \.A Cry within, of Women. What is that noise ? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears ; The time...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 - 1810 - 440 страници
...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 - 1811 - 544 страници
...; * arbitrate .•] ie determine. 9 fell of hair — J My hairy part, my capilliiium. Fell is skin. There would have been a time for such a word. —...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That etruts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 страници
...supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slanghierous thonghts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen» my lord,...have died hereafter; There would have been a time for snch a word. — To-morrow, a,id to-morrow, and to morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,... | |
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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... 
