 That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to Heaven.  Time - Side 470redigeret af - 1884Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Charles Wentworth Dilke - 1814 - 408 sider
...headlong run into the earth : Gape, earth ! — O no, it will not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud; That when you vomit forth into... | |
 | Charles Wentworth Dilke - 1816 - 412 sider
...headlong run into the earth 1*'. Gape, earth !—O no, it will not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud; That when you vomit forth into... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe, George Chapman - 1821 - 228 sider
...headlong run into the earth : Gape, earth! — O no, it will not harbour me. Yon stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring clond. ****** (The clock chimes the half... | |
 | 1821 - 408 sider
...headlong run into the earth : Gape, earth ! — O no, it will not harbour me. You stars, that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud ; That when you vomit forth into... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1821 - 408 sider
...headlong run into the earth : Gape, earth I — O no, it will not harbour me. You stars, that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud ; That when you vomit forth into... | |
 | Philomathic institution - 1824 - 522 sider
...headlong run into the earth : Gape, earth '. Oh no, it will not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon lab'ring cloud. (The clock chimes the half hour.)... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1826 - 1070 sider
...I headlong run into the earth: Gape, earth!—O no, it will not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Paustns, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud; That when ye vomit forth into... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1826 - 348 sider
...I headlong run into the earth: Gape, earth!—O no, it will not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud; That when ye vomit forth into... | |
 | 1829 - 390 sider
...I headlong run into the earth : Gape, earth ! Oh no, it will not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon lab'ring cloud. (The clock chimes the half hour.)... | |
 | 1830 - 584 sider
...ever moving spheres of heav'n, That time may cease, and midmght never come ! You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell ! Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud ; That when you vomit forth into... | |
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