 Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation,...  The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare - Page 255by William Shakespeare - 1824 - 830 pagesFull view - About this book
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 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 514 pages
...to bed. Is this a dagger which I see before me? The hilt draws towards my hand; come, let me grasp thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still; Art...of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the brain, opprest with heat. My eyes are made the fools of th'other senses ; Or else worth all the rest... | |
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 | Simon Tolkien - 2002 - 312 pages
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 | Robert Ornstein - 2004 - 318 pages
...And falls on th' other. Soft, mine eyes deceive. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee...Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable, As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going, And such... | |
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