 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 pages
...the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat Upon your brows' ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak*,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? 510 Roise. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 pages
...add the death of you.. Mai. Merciful heaven! What, man! r.^.'er pull your hat upon your ' brows j ' Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not' speak,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. " 1 . Maid. My children too ? jlO Rasst. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. (Aacd.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 pages
...add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 pages
...To add the death of you. Mal. Merciful heaven ! — What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. 6 should not latch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 pages
...To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. 6 should not latch... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 972 pages
...with bats. gg. To break wind. To give vent to wind in the body. To BREAK, v. я. I. To part in two. Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it treat. Statifean. Л. To burst. The clouds are still ihove ; and, while I speak, A, secoud deluge o'er... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 pages
...To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven !— What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | James Beresford - 1807 - 360 pages
...to every faculty, or desire, but those of pouring out the gathered gall that frets within me ; — " the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." MACB. Tes. Come, then — " give sorrow words." — This is your day, Sensitive : — I, who, you know,... | |
 | James Beresford - 1807 - 384 pages
...to every faculty, or desire, but those of pouring out the gathered gall that frets within me;— " the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." MACB. Tes. Come, then—" give sorrow words."— This is your day, Sensitive :—I, who, yon know,... | |
 | James Beresford - 1807 - 246 pages
...dead to every faculty, or desire, but those ofpouringout the gathered gall that frete withJn JIIQ ;-,, "the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break." tes. Come, then— "give sorrow words." This is your day, Sensitive :— I, who, you know, am almost... | |
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Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. 
