The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 88
... heaven look on , [ duff , And would not take their part ? Sinful Mac They were all struck for thee ! naught that I am , Not for their own demerits , but for mine , Fell slaughter on their souls . Heaven rest them now ! Mal . Be this the ...
... heaven look on , [ duff , And would not take their part ? Sinful Mac They were all struck for thee ! naught that I am , Not for their own demerits , but for mine , Fell slaughter on their souls . Heaven rest them now ! Mal . Be this the ...
Strana 261
... heaven itself for ornament doth use , And every fair with his fair doth rehearse ; Making a couplement of proud compare , With sun and moon , with earth and sea's rich [ rare With April's first - born flowers , and all things That heaven's ...
... heaven itself for ornament doth use , And every fair with his fair doth rehearse ; Making a couplement of proud compare , With sun and moon , with earth and sea's rich [ rare With April's first - born flowers , and all things That heaven's ...
Strana 265
... heaven : So flatter I the swart - complexion'd night ; When sparkling stars twire not , thou gild'st the even . But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer , And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger . XXIX . When in ...
... heaven : So flatter I the swart - complexion'd night ; When sparkling stars twire not , thou gild'st the even . But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer , And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger . XXIX . When in ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath Cawdor cheeks Collatine dead dear death deed desire Doct doth Enter MACBETH Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion falconry false fear fire Fleance flower fool foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honor horse hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thane thee thence thine eye things thou art thou dost thought thyself Time's tongue true truth unto weep weird sisters wind Witch words worth wound youth