 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 pagini
...iorgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And husht r great progenitors had conquered? — O, Warwick,...utter loss of all the realm of France. EARL OF WARW sound of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leaves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1979 - 2402 pagini
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 | Louis Lewin - 1998 - 310 pagini
...frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weight my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? , . . O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome...leav'st the kingly couch A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell? . . . Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose? Ill Mental and physical fatigue finally... | |
 | 1984 - 476 pagini
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 | George Wilson Knight - 1958 - 336 pagini
...Richard III and Richard II, with strength and weakness, determination and repentance, intermingling: Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon...Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leav'st... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 332 pagini
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 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 pagini
...forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And husht an Publishing Group, Incorporated sound of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leavest... | |
 | Tony Childs, Jackie Moore - 2003 - 166 pagini
...I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon...perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of cost|y state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile... | |
 | F. W. Farrar - 2003 - 360 pagini
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O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing... 
