 Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's...  The Tatler - Страница 3231822Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 420 страници
...we suppose that the idea of shadows is included in what Richard calls a. frightful dream. M M.sai. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? ifc. — Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd — ] Eiiher tho two and twenty intermediate... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 страници
...dream. — 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 386 страници
...dream. — 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh What do I fear ? myself ? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Richardson - 1812 - 468 страници
...arrow ; unnerves and forsakes him. O coward Conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The light burns blue — is it not dead midnight ? Cold, fearful drops...stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself? There's none else by. — Is there a murth'rer here ? No: — Yes — I am — My conscience hath a... | |
 | 1812 - 474 страници
...wounds, — " Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. — " O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — " The lights burn blue ! — Is it not dead midnight? " Cold, fearful drops hang on my trembling flesh." — SUCH is the exclamation of Richard, and such is the disposition of... | |
 | 1812 - 424 страници
...bind up mj woundi ! Have mercy, Jesus ! soft ; I did but dream, O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue ! Is it not dead midnight ? Cold, fearful drops hang on my trembling flesh." Act V. Scene 3. THIS exclamation of Richard furnished the painter with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 520 страници
...but dream. — 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard lores Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 страници
...but dream. 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue — is it not d«ad midnight ! Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh, What do I fear? myself? there's none else by. Conscience. Conscience is but a word that cowards me, Devis'd at first to keep... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1817 - 340 страници
...dead midnight ? Cold fearful «lrops «tand on my trembling flesh : What.do 1 fear? myself!'1 &<•. A scene written with so great strength of imagination indisposed me from further reading, and threw me into a deep contemplation. I began to reflect upon the different ends... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 348 страници
...horse—Bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu—Soft! I did but dream. Oh! coward conscience! how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue ! Is it not dead...so great strength of imagination indisposed me from further reading, and threw me into a deep contemplation. I began to reflect upon the different ends... | |
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