 | Rüdiger Imhof - 2002 - 324 pagina’s
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 | John O. Whitney, Tina Packer - 2002 - 321 pagina’s
...has revealed that he is Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. HAMLET (1.5, 10-13) That seems to be a description of what in Roman Catholic theology is known as "purgatory,"... | |
 | Herbert Blau - 2002 - 375 pagina’s
...am thy fathers spirit. Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires. Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away. There is a hiss from the edge of the circle, fire and serpent. List, list, O list! Ifthou... | |
 | Robert J. Pellegrini, Theodore R. Sarbin - 2002 - 256 pagina’s
...thy father's spirit, Doomed for a certain term to walk the night; And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of Nature Are burnt and purged away? But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my Prison-House; I could a Tale unfold, whose... | |
 | Nani Power - 2002 - 344 pagina’s
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 | Helen Sword - 2002 - 238 pagina’s
...thy father's spirit, Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away. . . . List, list, O, list! If thou didst ever thy dear father love — William Shakespeare,... | |
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Barry Morse - 2003 - 225 pagina’s
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 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 344 pagina’s
...thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, 10 And for the day confin'd to fast in fires. Till the foul crimes done in my days of...and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word 15 Would harrow up thy soul,... | |
 | Anthony Low - 2003 - 270 pagina’s
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I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres... 
