 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 страници
...taste of fears : The time hus been, my senses would hare cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell1 of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir...As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors Din-ness, familiar to my slaughl'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.— Wherefore was that cry ? Sty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 страници
...home. What is that noise ? [A cry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. 1 honors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts. Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1838 - 1198 страници
...cannot be repeated. " The time has been, onr senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and onr fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't. We have supped full with horrors ; And direness, now familiar to oar thoughts, Cannot nnce start us."... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 страници
...home. What is that noise ? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. [A cry within, of WomenMacb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time...dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't: 1 have supt full with horrors; Direuess, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 568 страници
...home. What is that noise? [A cry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been, my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell ' of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, an<J stir As... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 572 страници
...beard to beard, And beat them backward home. • What is that noise? [A cry within, of women. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been, my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek; and my fell ' of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As... | |
 | Richard Winter Hamilton - 1841 - 616 страници
...calloumess : " I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek : and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in 't : I have supped full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts. Cannot once... | |
 | Richard Winter Hamilton - 1841 - 662 страници
...insensibility, which is harder than any pang to bear. What a withering sequel ! First there is callousness : " I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek : and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 464 страници
...cannot be repeated. " The time has been, our senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and our fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't. We have supped full with horrors; And direness, now familiar to our thoughts, Cannot once start us."... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 страници
...home. What is that noise ? [a cry within of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time...would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell a of hair Would, at a dismal treatise, rouse, and stir, As life were in 't : I have supp'd full with... | |
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I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to... 
