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... thyself didst make , Strange images of death . As thick as tale Came post with post ; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence , And pour'd them down before him . Ang . We are sent , To give thee , from our ...
... thyself didst make , Strange images of death . As thick as tale Came post with post ; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence , And pour'd them down before him . Ang . We are sent , To give thee , from our ...
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... thyself , Ban . And say , it is not so . Re - enter MACBETH and LENOX . Macb . Had I but died an hour before this chance , I had lived a blessed time ; for , from this instant , There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys ...
... thyself , Ban . And say , it is not so . Re - enter MACBETH and LENOX . Macb . Had I but died an hour before this chance , I had lived a blessed time ; for , from this instant , There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys ...
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... Thyself , and office , deftly show . Thunder . An Apparition of an armed Head rises . Macb . Tell me , thou unknown power , - I Witch . He knows thy thought ; Hear his speech , but say thou nought . App . Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Macbeth ...
... Thyself , and office , deftly show . Thunder . An Apparition of an armed Head rises . Macb . Tell me , thou unknown power , - I Witch . He knows thy thought ; Hear his speech , but say thou nought . App . Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Macbeth ...
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... thyself Have banish'd me from Scotland . - O , my breast , Thy hope ends here ! Mal . Macduff , this noble passion , Child of integrity , hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples , reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honour ...
... thyself Have banish'd me from Scotland . - O , my breast , Thy hope ends here ! Mal . Macduff , this noble passion , Child of integrity , hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples , reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honour ...
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... thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell . Macb . My name's Macbeth . Yo . Siw . The devil himself could not pro- nounce a title More hateful to mine ear . Macb . No , nor more fearful . Yo . Siw . Thou liest , abhorred tyrant : with ...
... thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell . Macb . My name's Macbeth . Yo . Siw . The devil himself could not pro- nounce a title More hateful to mine ear . Macb . No , nor more fearful . Yo . Siw . Thou liest , abhorred tyrant : with ...
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Side 22 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Side 247 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Side 314 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Side 260 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Side 89 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Side 227 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy ; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Side 212 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held : Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, — To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer — "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse...
Side 20 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand ; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Side 226 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight...
Side 17 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...