 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 606 pàgines
...my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; J And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 744 pàgines
...my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; There...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 - 1851 - 462 pàgines
...vacation: for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves. AY iii. 2. 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 bis hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 656 pàgines
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? SEY. The queen, my lord, is dead. MACR. She should have died hereafter; There would have been...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty paee from day to day, To the last syllable of reeorded time ; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 570 pàgines
...my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadmo ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 512 pàgines
...thoughts. Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Mach. She should have died hereafter ; There would have...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle • Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That strati and frets his hour upon the stuge, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 544 pàgines
...slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There...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 - 1853 - 444 pàgines
...vacation : for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves. AY iii. 2. 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 - 1853 - 746 pàgines
...my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There...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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1854 - 332 pàgines
...to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's bu-t a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
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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... 
