 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...  Studies from the English Poets - Стр. 185авторы: George Frederick Graham - 1852 - Страниц: 519Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - Страниц: 364
...and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts. Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...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 - 1813 - Страниц: 476
...Direuess, familiar to my slaught'rons thoughts, Cannot once start me.— Wherefore was that cry? Set/. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have...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 - 1818 - Страниц: 362
...Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? .' Skin. VOL. IV. I The queen, my lord, is dead. acb. She should have died hereafter ; There would have...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 - 1819 - Страниц: 560
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry r Sey. The queen, mv lord, is dead. Mach. She should have died hereafter ; There' would have...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 - 1821 - Страниц: 516
...; Direness^ familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.— Wherefore was that cry 1 Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...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 - 1823 - Страниц: 504
...and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...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 - 1823 - Страниц: 380
...and stir As life were in't : 1 have supt full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ;8 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - Страниц: 486
...with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Enter SEYTOJT. 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 - 1824 - Страниц: 344
...that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There would hare been a time for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow,...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 - 1825 - Страниц: 1010
...and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous ears ? — O walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage. And then is heard no... | |
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