 | William Shakespeare - 1817 - 360 pages
...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... | |
 | Thomas Frognall Dibdin - 1817 - 606 pages
...Stcecens. Merciful heaven ! What, man ! ne'er draw your forehead o'er your brows, Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Ст-асЛ. My fourteen hundreds ? what! my REMBEANDTS tooli Sir RS Burgo-Master Sii, солен LANDSCAPE,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 pages
...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... | |
 | John Mason Good - 1819 - 800 pages
...you. Malcolm. Merciful heaven ! What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon VODI brows ; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macdvff. My children too ? Kusse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macduff. And 1... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 pages
...wayward boy ! To note the fighting conflict of her hue ! How white and red each other did destroy 3 ! " the grief that does not speak, " Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." STEEVENS. ' Free vent of words love's FIRE doth assuage.] Fire is here, as in many other places, used... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 516 pages
...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 be... | |
 | 1821 - 770 pages
...severe affliction, is no where more beautifully described than by our author himself, in Macbeth: " The grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." He afterwards, it is true, makes an apology to Laertes on the score of temporary madness; and this... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe, George Chapman - 1821 - 206 pages
...has wisely (whatever the worldly and ignorant may say) unloaded his full heart on paper — • • " The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break." which his editorial labours so frequently display. A darkness comes over his spirit, and the blue sky... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 pages
...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 ? Hossc. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. , Mucil. And I must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 504 pages
...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... | |
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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. 
