 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 292 páginas
...conscience, how dost thon afflict me! — The lights bnrn blne, — .It is now dead midnight. Cold fearfnl drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is , I am I. Is there a mnrderer here ? No ; — , Yes ; I am : Then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 380 páginas
...conscience, how dost thou afflict me I—- The lights burn blue. 7 —It is now dead midnight. * Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there 's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. 9 fine effect by Shakspeare. Should... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 386 páginas
...conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh What do I fear ? myself ? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; — Yes ; I am : Then fly,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 páginas
...conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; — Yes ; I am : Then fly,... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1811 - 504 páginas
...conscience, — how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue — is it not dead midnight ? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself? Schiller has, with equal success, haunted the dreams of Francis with the black catalogue of his own... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 520 páginas
...coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard lores Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; — Yes ; I am : Then fly,—... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 páginas
...coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue — is it not d«ad midnight ! Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh, What do I fear? myself? there's none else by. Conscience. Conscience is but a word that cowards me, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe. Richard... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 páginas
...conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold tearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself? there's none else by : Kiehard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; — Yes ; I am : Then fly,... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 348 páginas
...coward conscience! how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue ! Is it not dead midnight ? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh ; What do I fear? myself!" &c. A scene written with so great strength of imagination indisposed me from further reading, and threw... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 526 páginas
...his crimes is truly tragioal. JOHNSON. The lights burn blue 9. — It is now dead midnight '. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I 2. 9 The lights burn blue.] So, in Lyly's Galathea, J592... | |
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O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. 
