 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - عدد الصفحات: 116
...Mai. Merciful heaven ! — — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat Upon your brows' ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak*, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? 510 Roise. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - عدد الصفحات: 480
...you.. Mai. Merciful heaven! What, man! r.^.'er pull your hat upon your ' brows j ' Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not' speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. " 1 . Maid. My children too ? jlO Rasst. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. (Aacd.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 412
...you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 442
...you. Mal. Merciful heaven ! — What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. 6 should not latch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 454
...you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. 6 should not latch... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 954
...break wind. To give vent to wind in the body. To BREAK, v. я. I. To part in two. Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it treat. Statifean. Л. To burst. The clouds are still ihove ; and, while I speak, A, secoud deluge o'er... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...you. Mai. Merciful heaven !— What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | James Beresford - 1807 - عدد الصفحات: 384
...genial current of my soul" is " frozen up"— my animal spirits are poisoned at the fountain—and I am dead to every faculty, or desire, but those of...words."— This is your day, Sensitive :—I, who, yon know, am almost all bone and body, as the jockies say, can have little to throw into the hoard... | |
 | James Beresford - 1807 - عدد الصفحات: 246
...dead to every faculty, or desire, but those ofpouringout the gathered gall that frete withJn JIIQ ;-,, "the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break." tes. Come, then— "give sorrow words." This is your day, Sensitive :— I, who, you know, am almost... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 454
...of you. Mai. Merciful Heaven! What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
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Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. 
