| William Shakespeare - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...think. — [He sits down to read. Enter the GHOST o/'C*SAR. How ill this taper burns ! Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes, That...any thing ? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ? Speak to me, what thou art ? Ghost. Thy evil... | |
| Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 454
...think. — [He sits down to read. Enter the GHOST ofCx.sti.-R. How ill this taper burns ! Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes, That...any thing ? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ? Speak to me, what thou art? Ghost. Thy evil... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1809 - عدد الصفحات: 378
...is, I think. [He sits dowtt: Enter the Ghost o/'CAESAR. How ill this taper burns ! — Ha ! who comes here ? I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, That...any thing ? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ? Speak to me, what thou art. s , thy leaden... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1809 - عدد الصفحات: 384
...is, I think. [He sits down. Enter thi Ghost o/CaESAR. How ill this taper burns ! — Ha ! who comes here ? I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, That...any thing? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare? Speak to me, what thou art. 8 — ihy leatlen... | |
| John Walker - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 394
...dreadful Apparition, How ill this taper burns ! ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of my eyes, That shapes this monstrous apparition — It...any thing ? Art thou some God, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to start, Speak to me, what thou art. , Ibid. Julius... | |
| Louisa Sidney Stanhope - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 274
...let me fix, . . .. And ga.'.e with wonder on thee. Row*. i How ill this taper burnt! Hah! who comes here? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. Sli.lKESPEARtf ••''••' '. . ! •;•,* THE turret clock slowly chimed the hour o£ •midnight,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 506
...Here it is, I think. [He sits down. Enter the Ghost of How ill this taper burns ! — Ha ! who comes here ? I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, That...any thing ? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ? Speak to me, what thou art. Ghost. Thy evil... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 394
...is, I think. [He sits down. Enter the Ghost ofCMsAn. How ill this taper burns ! — Ha ! who comes here ? I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, That...any thing .' Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That rnak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare 7 Speak to me, what thou art. Ghost. Thy evil... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 528
...sits down. Enter the Ghost of Caesar. How ill this taper burns !— Ha ! who comes here Ï I i.hmk, it is the weakness of mine eyes, That shapes this...any thing ? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, TliHt mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ? Speak to me, what thou art. Ghost. Thy evil... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 524
...of Cassar. Hf>w ill this taper burns ! — Ha ! who comes here ? I think, it is the weakness of mice eyes, That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me : — Art thou any thing ? Art thou same god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to sure ? Speak to me,... | |
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