 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 - Pàgina 185per George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 519 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 360 pàgines
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would...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 - 508 pàgines
...queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time forsuch a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle .' Life's but a walking shadow : a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, Andthen is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 514 pàgines
...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, William Harness - 1830 - 458 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 500 pàgines
...horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaupht'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me — Wherefore was thit cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She...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 - 1831 - 554 pàgines
...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 - 1140 pàgines
...and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous oieth me, ihall get at much this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 pàgines
...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 - 1836 - 570 pàgines
...and stir As life were in't. I have supped 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 ; 1 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 pàgines
...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... | |
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