 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pages
...the evil which is here wrapt up In countenance!2 5 — v. 1. 599 Silent sorrow. Give sorrow words ; the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. 15— iv. 8. 600 Kindness. Your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 572 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 pages
...the evil which is here wrapt up Jn countenance !* 5 — v- 1599 Silent sorrow. {live sorrow words ; the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. 15— iv. 3. 600 Kindness. Your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness.... | |
 | American Institute of Instruction - 1841 - 170 pages
...or burst forth into violent action and vociferation, their consequences are less to be dreaded." <( the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." That digestion and secretion are strongly influenced by the passions and violent mental emotions, has... | |
 | Michael Henry Rankin - 1841 - 266 pages
...Paulina. I like your silence, it the more shows off Your wonder. Ibid. Act v. Scene 3. Malcolm. . . . The grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. Macbeth. Act iv. Scene 3. SOMETIMES DECEPTIVE IN EXTERNALS. Isabella. Oh, 'tis the cunning livery of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 pages
...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'erfraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 450 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 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? Rofse. Wife, children, sen-ants, — all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pages
...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? liasse. Wife, children, servants, — all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 406 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'erfraught 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. 
