 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...  Studies from the English Poets - Page 185by George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 519 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 pages
...with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 372 pages
...Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sty. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have...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 - 1867 - 670 pages
...and stir, As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 188 pages
...of it! Macb. I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.—Act 5, Sc. 3. Macb. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The Queen, my lord,...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1871 - 972 pages
...Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry t Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time;3 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1868 - 444 pages
...Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a tune for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and...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 - 1870 - 306 pages
...full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb....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... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - 644 pages
...Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry? Sfy. The Queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have...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... | |
 | Gilderoy Wells Griffin - 1870 - 174 pages
...all the terrible bitterness of his soul. BOOTH'S recitation of the following beggars description : " She should have died hereafter ; There would have...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle, Life's but a waking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | 1907 - 346 pages
...queen, my lord, is dead." Macbeth answers in a spirit from which every vestige of hope has vanished : " She should have died hereafter ; There would have...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 more... | |
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