 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 70 str.
...to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry 1 Setl. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should 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 - 1848 - 498 str.
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry 1 Sty. The queen, my lord, is dead. M',!i. 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 - 1848 - 456 str.
...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 - 1848 - 574 str.
...supped full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-unorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; l And... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 str.
...have supp'd full with horrors : Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. 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 - 1849 - 952 str.
...familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry! Set/. The qurcn, z k walking phadow : a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | 1849 - 588 str.
...apartments, lie asks — " Wherefore was that cry ? " Seytnn. — The queen, my lord, is dead. " Macbeth. — olled Above the cities of a world gone by ! Sand hath...! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 576 str.
...supped full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous 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 ; 1 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 606 str.
...full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb....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 - 1850 - 590 str.
...full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb....such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, To the last syllable of recorded time ; 1 Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, And all our yesterdays... | |
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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... 
