| Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - Počet stránok 418
...the GHOSTS sink, Glost. Give me a horse ! — bind up my wounds ! Have mercy, Heaven! — Ha! soft! 'twas but a •' dream ; But then so terrible, it shakes my soul ! Cold drops of sweat hang on my trembling flesh ; My blood grows chilly, and I freeze with horror! Oh, tyrant conscience!... | |
| 1826 - Počet stránok 952
...affectionate friend, J ASPEE SUSSEX. TUE AWFtT RIGHT. (From Hai\*it Vfavdit Autobiography.) Ha ! soft ! 'twas but a dream ; But then so terrible, it shakes my soul ! Cold drope of sweat hang on my trembling flesh ; My blood grows chilly, »nd I freeze with horror. Richard... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1823 - Počet stránok 60
...the GHOSTS lin/c. Ghat. Give me n horse ! — bind up my woui.ds! Have mercy, Heaven ! Ha ! soft ! 'twas but a dream . But then so terrible, it shakes my soul! Cold drops of sweat hang on my trembling flesh ; My blood grows chilly, and I freeze with horror ! Oh, tyrant Conscience... | |
| Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - Počet stránok 486
...GHOSTS tint. Glnst. Give me a horse ! — bind up my wounds ! Have mercy, Heaven ! — Ha ! soft ! 'twas but a dream; But then so terrible, it shakes my soul ! Cold drops of sweat hang on my trembling flesh ; My blood grows chilly, and I freeze with horror ! Oh, tyrant conscience... | |
| 1826 - Počet stránok 1004
...affectionate friend, JASPER SUSSEX. THE AWFU .SIGHT. (From Mansie Wauch's Autobiography.) Ha ! soft ! 'twas but a dream ; But then so terrible, it shakes my soul ! Cold drops of sweat hang on my trembling flesh ; My blood grows chilly, and I freeze with horror. tilchard Third.... | |
| Mansie Wauch - 1828 - Počet stránok 242
...minted the matter of the Rebuke from that day to this. CHAPTER XIX. i THE AWFUL NIGHT. Ha!—'twas but a dream; But then so terrible, it shakes my soul; Cold drops of sweat bang on my trembling flesh; My blood grows chilly, and I freeze with horror. Richard the Third.... | |
| Mansie Wauch - 1828 - Počet stránok 232
...minted the matter of the Rebuke from that day to thfs. CHAPTER XIX. THE AWFUL NIGHT. Ha ! — 'twas bnt a dream ; But then so terrible, it shakes my soul ; Cold drops of sweut hang on my trembling flesh ; My blood grows chilly, and I freeze with horror. Richard the Third.... | |
| William Shakespeare, Benjamin Humphrey Smart - 1839 - Počet stránok 490
...his ample tent. [K. Rich.] Give me another horse,—bind up my wounds,— Have mercy heaven!—Soft, 'twas but a dream;— But then so terrible, it shakes my soul: O coward conscience! how dost thou afflict me! What do I ftar ? myself? there's none else by; Is there... | |
| Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1849 - Počet stránok 80
...upon me ! — Art thou anything ? 10. Terror and Horror. Have mercy, Heaven ! — Ha ! soft! 't was but a dream ! But then so terrible, it shakes my soul! Cold drops of sweat hang on my trembling flesh ! My blood grows chilly, and I freeze with horror ! 11. Despair and... | |
| Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1850 - Počet stránok 88
...upon me ! — Art thou anything ? 10. Terror and Horror. Have mercy, Heaven ! — Ha ! soft ! 't was but a dream ! But then so terrible, it shakes my soul ! Cold drops of sweat hang on my trembling flesh ! My blood grows chilly, and I freeze with horror ! 11. Despair and... | |
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