 They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no, I know not.  Blackwood's Magazine - Seite 291818Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 374 Seiten
...or no, 1 know not. Oh ! would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes! Tell Isabel, the Queen, I look'd not thus,...France, And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont." There are some excellent passages scattered up and down. The description of the King and Gaveston looking... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 372 Seiten
...or no, 1 know not. Oh ! would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes! Tell Isabel, the Queen, I look'd not thus,...France, And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont." There are some excellent passages scattered up and down. The description of the King and Gaveston looking... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 380 Seiten
...no, I know not. , Oh ! would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes! Tell Isabel, the Queen, I look'd not thus,...at tilt in France, And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremout." There are some excellent passages scattered up and down. The description of the King and... | |
 | 1821 - 404 Seiten
...thus, ; When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. Light. O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and. rest yourself awhile. Edw. These looks of thine can harbour nought but .. death: I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet... | |
 | Robert Dodsley, Isaac Reed, Octavius Gilchrist - 1825 - 422 Seiten
...or no, I know not. O, would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my ^totter'd robes. Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus,...France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. Lightborn. O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks rny heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself a while.... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1825 - 426 Seiten
...or no, I know not. O, would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my '"totter'd robes. Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus,...France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself a while. Liglitborn. O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1826 - 348 Seiten
...or no I know not. 0, would my blood drop out fioin every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes. Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus,...France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. LIGHT. O speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile. EDW. These... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1826 - 1070 Seiten
...limbs or no I know not. O, would my blood drop out fiom every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes. Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake 1 ran at tilt in France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. LIGHT. O speak no more, my lord... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1832 - 654 Seiten
...limbs or no, I know not. 0 would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes ! Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus,...When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. LIGHT.— O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart ; Lie on... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1832 - 650 Seiten
...limbs or no, I know not. 0 would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes ! Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus,...When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. LIGHT. — O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart ; Lie on... | |
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