 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 - Página 185por George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 519 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 páginas
...SKY., The queen, my lord, is dead. K. MACB. She should have died hereafter ; There would have hcen walking shadow ; a poor pliiyer, That struts and frets his hour upon the stiige, And then is heard... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1861 - 128 páginas
...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 that...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 - 1862 - 544 páginas
...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 - 1863 - 166 páginas
...was that cry ? Seg. The queen, my lord is dead. Macb. She would have died hereafter ; There should have been a time for such a word. — To-morrow, and...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 - 1863 - 374 páginas
...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, John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 498 páginas
...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 - 1864 - 1056 páginas
...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 - 1865 - 488 páginas
...with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. He-enter SEYTON. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. .Macb. She should...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 - 1866 - 788 páginas
...with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. 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 - 1866 - 614 páginas
...thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. M'acb. 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... | |
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