Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Том 3G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand . And even now To crown my thoughts with acts , be it thought and done ; The castle of Macduff I will surprise ; upon Fife ; give to the edge o'the sword His wife ...
... The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand . And even now To crown my thoughts with acts , be it thought and done ; The castle of Macduff I will surprise ; upon Fife ; give to the edge o'the sword His wife ...
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Сторінка 39 - s to be done ? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
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| Назва | Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Том 3 Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Видавець | G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
| Оригінал із | Нью-Йоркська публічна бібліотека |
| Оцифровано | 28 груд. 2006 |
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