 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 744 pagina’s
...supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...supped full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is...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 pagina’s
...have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 440 pagina’s
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? .Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Juacb. 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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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 way... 
