 | George Wilson Knight - 1958 - 336 pagina’s
...a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or Heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,...the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition . . . (i. vii. 1 6) Compare with this the vision shown Macbeth by the Weird Sisters of a power combining... | |
 | Jeannette Sanderson - 2003 - 6 pagina’s
...a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye...Vaulting ambition which o'erleaps itself And falls on th' other. 4 Your Turn: As a beginning bard, describe something you own—a pet, bicycle, outfit, or... | |
 | R. A. Foakes - 2003 - 242 pagina’s
...like a naked new-born babe Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,...Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on th' other. (1.7.21-8) The sudden shifts from 'babe' to cherubs 'horsed' on winds, to blind 'couriers',... | |
 | Gerd Lüdemann - 2003 - 416 pagina’s
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 | Simon Duckett - 2003 - 506 pagina’s
...Chief Executive, CICA, referring to award made to Ms Z who survived attempted murder ...And Pity ... I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent but...ambition which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other. William Shakespeare: Macbeth It is easy to attack any agency, especially if it cannot publicly defend... | |
 | Russ McDonald - 2004 - 952 pagina’s
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 | Sandra Gosso - 2004 - 338 pagina’s
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 | Robert Ornstein - 2004 - 318 pagina’s
...a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,...Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on th' other. Soft, mine eyes deceive. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?... | |
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Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other. 
