 | Walter Scott - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 618
...117 That who wbilome, 1618. "* Here bath, 1616. 23. S3. "» Vile, 1618. S3. :W. lodge. [ANONYMOUS. '- Gird in my waste of grief with thy large darkness,...see the light, '• May put me in the mind I had a sou. " I n. O, sweet Horatio ! O, my dearest son ! " Hi- r. How strangely had I lost mj way to grief!... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 618
...light, " May put me in the mind I had a son. " Isa. О, sweet Horatio ! O, my dearest son ! " Hier. How strangely had I lost my way to grief! Sweet lovely...ill pluck'd before thy time. Fair worthy son, not conquered, but betrayed : Г11 kiss thee now, for words with tears are staid." lia. And I'll close... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 620
..."' Vile, 1618. 23. .43. "* Here hath, 1618. S3. S3. - »ne, 16I8.83. 33. blood, SPANISH TRAGEDY. " Gird in my waste of grief with thy large darkness, " And let me not survive to see the light, " Mav put mp in the mind 1 had a son. " ha. O, sweet Horatio ! O, my dearest son ! " Hier. How strangely... | |
 | Robert Dodsley, William Carew Hazlitt - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 426
...horror ; kill me quickly : Be gracious to me, thou infective night, And drop this deed of murder down on me ; Gird in my waste of grief with thy large darkness,...strangely had I lost my way to grief !] Sweet lovely rose, ill-pluck'd before thy time, Fair worthy son, not conquer'd, but betray'd, I'll kiss thee now, for... | |
 | Robert Dodsley, William Carew Hazlitt - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 472
...quickly : Be gracious to me, thou infective night, And drop this deed of murder down on me ; x — , Gild in my waste of grief with thy large darkness, ^ And...strangely had I lost my way to grief !] Sweet lovely rose, ill-pluck'd before thy time, Fair worthy son, not conquer'd, but betray'd, I'll kiss thee now, for... | |
 | 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 426
...horror ; kill me quickly : Be gracious to me, thou infective night, And drop this deed of murder down on me ; Gird in my waste of grief with thy large darkness,...son. ISABELLA. O sweet Horatio ! O my dearest son ! HlERONIMO. How strangely had I lost my way to grief !] Sweet lovely rose, ill-pluck'd before thy... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 428
...horror ; kill me quickly : Be gracious to me, thou infective night, And drop this deed of murder down on me ; Gird in my waste of grief with thy large darkness,...in the mind I had a son. ISABELLA. O sweet Horatio ! 0 my dearest son ! HIERONIMO. How strangely had I lost my way to grief !] Sweet lovely rose, ill-pluck'd... | |
 | Ben Jonson, William Gifford - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 560
...horror ; kill me quickly : Be gracious to me, thou infective night, And drop this deed of murder down on me ; Gird in my waste of grief with thy large darkness,...see the light, May put me in the mind I had a son. I sab. O sweet Horatio ! O my dearest son ! Hier. How strangely had I lost my way to grief! \Enter... | |
 | Ben Jonson, William Gifford - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 558
...horror ; kill me quickly : Be gracious to me, thou infective night, And drop this deed of murder down on me ; Gird in my waste of grief with thy large darkness,...see the light, May put me in the mind I had a son. I sab. O sweet Horatio ! O my dearest son ! Hier. How strangely had I lost my way to grief! \_Enter... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1897 - عدد الصفحات: 610
...deed of murder downe on me I Gird in my wast of griefe with thy large darknes, And let me not surviue to see the light May put me in the mind I had a sonne. 5° ISA. 0 sweet Horatio IO my dearest sonne I HIER. How strangely had I lost my way to griefe... | |
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God ! confusion, mischief, torment, death and hell, Drop all your stings at once in my cold bosom, That now is stiff with horror ; kill me quickly : Be gracious to me, thou infective night, And drop this deed of murder down on me ; Gird in my waste of... 
