 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
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 страници
...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 ? CONSIDERATION. Consideration like an angel came, And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him ; Leaving... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1825 - 436 страници
...IN THE PRESENCE OF A GHOST. O coward conscience, how dost tbou afflict me! The lights burn blue—is it not dead midnight ? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. SilAKSPEAllE. THIS mysterious subject has exercised the faculties of some of the world's most erudite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 648 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 - 1828 - 392 страници
...Have mercy, Jesu [—Soft; I did but dream.— me!— The lights burn blue,—It is now dead miduight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else hy: Kichard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No;—Yes;... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 832 страници
...and hearths un8wept, There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry. Id. 0 coward conscience how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue. Is it not dead...midnight? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. Id. Side sleeves and skirts, round underborne with a bluish tinsel. Id. These blue-veined violets whereon... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 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 loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ;— Yes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 страници
...dream ; • 0 coward conscience, how do«l 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 1 there's none else by: Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Hogarth, John Trusler, J. Hogarth, John Nichols - 1833 - 344 страници
...wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. — О 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... | |
 | William Hogarth - 1833 - 538 страници
...my 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... | |
 | William Hogarth - 1833 - 396 страници
...wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. — О 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... | |
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