 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 way...  King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts - الصفحة 59بواسطة William Shakespeare - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 78عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 554
...Uireness, familiar to my slauuht'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me — Wherefore was that cry ? Sty. 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 - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 1140
...supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — es on ever this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...shall we shadow The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us." ACT VS 4. XVIII. " The queen, my lord, is dead. MACB. She should have...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... | |
 | John Ireland - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 60
...Macbeth and occupied all his mind. Hearing the shriek of women within the castle, he asks — " Macb. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey The queen, my lord, is...died hereafter ; There would have been a time for suck a word." Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5. Does not the statement just given of the Plague of Marseilles... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 624
...supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — 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 - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 570
...supped full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; 1 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 570
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was tfial cry? Sry. The queen, my lord, is dead. Mw.b. so inclined. MaL. With this, there grows, In my most...such A staunch less avarice, that, were I king, I s this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time:10 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 370
...slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Mad. 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 - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...Din-ness, familiar to my slaughl'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.— Wherefore was that cry ? Sty. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have...have been a time for such a word.— To-morrow, and to-morro-.v, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Tu the last syllable of recorded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 1130
...thoughts. Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry 1 Sey, The queen, my lord, is dead. Mar. lliam walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
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