 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 頁
...slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lard, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There...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 - 1810 - 440 頁
...Direness, familiar to my slaiight'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry i Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...Tomorrow, 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 - 1810 - 434 頁
...night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't : I have supt full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous...have been a time for such a word.— To-morrow, and to-ir.orrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1817 - 360 頁
...slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is Head. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; There would...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ;5 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 528 頁
...stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors 7 ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word 8. Again, in King Lear : " The goujeres shall devour them, flesh andJell." A dealer in hides is still... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 頁
...night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't : 1 have supt full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ;8 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 頁
...with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Enter SEYTOJT. 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 - 1824 - 370 頁
...night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't. Ihavesupp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous...time for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and<o-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Tothelast syllable of recorded time, And all... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 頁
...night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise roust, and stir As life were in't. Ihavesnpp'd ) and,to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 360 頁
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. 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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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... 
