 Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's...  The Tatler - Pàgina 3231822Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 pàgines
...dream. — 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 pàgines
...dream. — 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 954 pàgines
...mount burned with fire. Exailut, O cuward -conscience, how dost tliou afflict me ! The light k::rni blue. Is it not dead midnight ? Cold fearful drops stand on my tremblhij flesh. Sbaijfeare. л. To shine ; to sparkle. Tilt barge she sat in, like a burnish 'd throne,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 pàgines
...dream. — 3°O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I Is there a murderer here ? No ;— Yes... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 pàgines
...wounds, Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. — '.'0 O coward conscience, how dost thou e ) there's none else by: Kichard loves Richard : that is, I am I. (s there a murd'rer here? No ; — Yes... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 pàgines
...wounds, Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. — -'О О coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — Is it not...stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by¿ Richard loves Richard : that is, I am I. Is there a murcl'rer here? No; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 pàgines
...did but dream.— 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me !— The light burns blue—It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself ? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No;—Yes;... | |
 | Encyclopaedia Perthensis - 1807 - 802 pàgines
...unfwept, There pinch the maids as bht? as bilberry. Sbak. O coward confcience ! how doft thou afflidt me? The lights burn blue.-~ Is it not dead midnight ? Cold fearful drops (land on my trembling fle(h. Shakcfpcarc, Why does one climate, and one foil endue The blufliing poppy... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 348 pàgines
...Bind up mj wounds! Have mercy, Jesu— Soft! I did but dream. Oh ! coward conscience ! how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue! Is it not dead...so great strength of imagination indisposed me from further reading, and threw me into a deep contemplation. I began to reflect upon the different ends... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 380 pàgines
...but dream— O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me I—- The lights burn blue. 7 —It is now dead midnight. * Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there 's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. 9 fine effect by Shakspeare. Should... | |
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