 Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.  The poet's daughter - 182 psl.autoriai: Poet - 1837Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 440 psl.
...the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stufTd bosom of that perilous stuft* Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Much. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. — . Come, put mine armour on ; give me my staff:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 996 psl.
...troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the sluff'd bosom of that running more requital. Ang. You make my bonds still...O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong"it, [staff:— Come, put mine armour on ; give me my Seylon, send out. — Doctor, the thanes fly from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 406 psl.
...troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd besom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart? Doct....minister to himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I 'll none of it. — Come, put mine armour on ; give me my staff : — Snyton, send out. — Doctor,... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1856 - 624 psl.
...diseased, Pluek from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff 'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Whieh weighs upon the heart. Shakt. Maebeth. Come what eome may ; Time and the hour runs through the... | |
 | Johann Georg Zimmermann - 1856 - 378 psl.
...diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And, with a sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff 'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weigh'd upon the heart. To avoid these painful importunities, I flew from the tasteless scenes with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 394 psl.
...fancies. That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Rase out the...stuff 'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doc. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 psl.
...troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct....himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. — Come, put mine armor on ; give me my staff: — Seyton, send out. — Doctor, the thanes fly from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 734 psl.
...brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stufFd bosom of that perilous stuff(70) Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct. Therein the patient...Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, — I'll none of it. — Come, put mine armour on ; give me my staff: — Seyton, send out. — Doctor, the thanes fly from... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1861 - 548 psl.
...thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that : Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart? Doct....minister to himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs ; Til none of it. — Come, put mine armour on ; give me my staff. — Seyton, send out. — Doctor,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 psl.
...the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivion antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of the perilous grief Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct. Therein the patient...minister to himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs. I '11 none of it. — Come, put mine armor on; give me my staff: Seyton, send out. — Doctor, the... | |
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