![](https://books.google.es/books/content?id=qeoBAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Upton - 1748 - 654 páginas
...Pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blafl, or heav'n's cherubim hors'd Upon thefightlefs couriers of the air Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye ; That tears Jhall drown the wind. Many other paflages of this kind might be mention'd, which pafs off tolerably... | |
![](https://books.google.es/books/content?id=WvgqAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 páginas
...like 3 naked, new-born babe, Striding the blaft, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Upon the fightlefs * couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, . • That tears (hall drown the wind. — I have no fpur To prick the fides pf my intent, but only Vaulting ambition,... | |
![](https://books.google.es/books/content?id=heoVAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 364 páginas
...uu<l /,'/:;,'„' qf honour. Striding the bluft, or heaven's cherubin horfed (114} Upon the fightlefs couriers of the air, ' ! Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye ; That tears fhall drown the wind. — I have no fpur To prick the fides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition,... | |
![](https://books.google.es/books/content?id=IgcJAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 páginas
...like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, *or heaven's cherubin, hors''J Upon the sighthless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, 'That tears shall drown the wind- — I have : To prick the sides of my intent, but only | Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,... | |
![](https://books.google.es/books/content?id=-H00AAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 páginas
...his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongu'd, against The deep damnation of his taking-off : And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the...deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. — I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only 461 Vaulting ambition, which o'erlcaps... | |
![](https://books.google.es/books/content?id=lWoBAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Whitaker - 1788 - 554 páginas
...pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blaft, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the fightlefs couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears fhall drown the wind. Nor let this be thought a mere flight of poetical imagination. It is hiftorically... | |
![](https://books.google.es/books/content?id=iYADAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Whitaker - 1788 - 548 páginas
...pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blaft, or heaven's chcrubin, hors'd Upon the fightlefs couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears fhall drown the wind. Nor let this be thought a mere flight of poetical imagination. It is hiftorically... | |
![](https://books.google.es/books/content?id=6tMjAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 páginas
...pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blaft, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the fightlefs couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears fhall drown the wind — I have no fpur To prick the fides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition,... | |
![](https://books.google.es/books/content?id=YRwkAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 442 páginas
...pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blaft, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the fightlefs couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears ihall drown the wind. — I have no fpur To prick the fides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition,... | |
![](https://books.google.es/books/content?id=_uIVAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 322 páginas
...pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blaft, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the fightlefs couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears (hall drown the wind. I have no fpur To prick the fides of my intent, but only Vaulting Aft I. MACBETH.... | |
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