 | William Shakespeare, Sir Frederick Beilby Watson - 1843 - 264 pàgines
...ghost : but still the envious flood Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth. RICHARD III. i. 4. Speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very...black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. HAMLET, iii. 4. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave ? A deadly groan, like life and death's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 pàgines
...compulsive ardour gives the charge , Since frost itself as actively doth burn , And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet! speak no more! Thou turn'st mine...corruption; honeying, and making love Over the nasty stye ; — Queen. O , speak to me no more ! These words , like daggers enter in mine ears : Xomore,... | |
 | Opie Staite - 1844 - 114 pàgines
...their spring, their head, their true descent." INTERNAL PREVISION." " O, speak no more; Thou turn'st my eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black...and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct." Hamlet. CLARY D was the daughter of a bookseller residing in the Rue Pave'e-Saint-Andre'e. " On the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 pàgines
...more ! Thou tum'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such black and grained spots, A« he Senators take their seats. Dec. Where is Metellus...to Caesar. Bru. He is address'd : press near, and stye ; — Queen. O, speak to me no more ! These words, like daggers enter in mine ears: No more, sweet... | |
 | 1847 - 540 pàgines
...In every ear it spread, on every tongue it grew. POPE'S Temple of Fame. REPROOF. 1. Thou turn'st my eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. SHAKSPEARE. 2. Forbear sharp speeches to her : she 'sa lady So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 260 pàgines
...contagion to the world.. Ham. a. 3 s. 2 They fool me to the top of my bent.. Ham. a. 3 s. 2 Thou turnest mine eyes into my very soul, and there I see such...and grained spots, as will not leave their tinct.. Queen a. 3 s. 4 To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, each toy seems prologue to some great amiss,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 pàgines
...gives the charge ; Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. 0 Hainlet, speak no more. Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very...but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed; Stewed in corruption; honeying, and making love Over the nasty sty; Queen. 0, speak to me no more ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 656 pàgines
...QUEEN. O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such blaek and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct....corruption ; honeying, and making love Over the nasty stye ; — QUEEN. O, speak to me no more ; These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears ; No more,... | |
 | 1851 - 554 pàgines
...spying sin, They may weep out die stains, by them did rise." Cf. Hamlet, III. 4. : " О Hamlet, s]>eak no more ; Thou turnst mine eyes into my very soul,...and grained spots As will not leave their tinct." Gratefulness : " Thou, that Imst given so much to me, Give one thing more, a grateful heart." Cf. Second... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 pàgines
...compulsive ardor gives the charge ; Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more. Thou turn'st mine...very soul ; And there I see such black and grained 5 spots As will not leave their tinct. Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed 6 bed... | |
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O Hamlet! speak no more! Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct. 
