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 ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical *,... The Works of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. - Página 78por Samuel Johnson - 1809Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
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...knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible ¡manning;.« : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state ofman, that function Is smother'd in surmise ;* and nothing is, But » li it is not. Лап. Look,... | |
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...knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My nd thus wandering in ecstacy that function Is smolher'd in surmise ; and nothing is, But what is not. Ban. Look, how our partner's... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 páginas
...knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, 1 that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is, But what is not.* Macb. If chance will have... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 páginas
...knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears 3 Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise,* and nothing is But what is not. Ban. Look, how our partner... | |
| Alexander Dyce - 1843 - 350 páginas
...barbarous and impertinent addition of a transcriber or printer. Compare the following passages ; " My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is, But what is not." Macbeth, act i. sc. 3. (In... | |
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| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 450 páginas
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| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 páginas
...knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smothered in surmise ; and nothing is, But what is not. /¡ti u. Look how our partner... | |
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