 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 oldal
...my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay 'd ? 'tis a lost fear ; Man but a rush against Othello's...; — where should Othello go ? — Now, how dost t huu look now? О Ul-etarr'd wench! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of... | |
 | 1834 - 614 oldal
...do see me weapon'd ; Here is my journey's end; here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'Tis a lost fear; Man but...a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires." The degree of intellectual and social excellence which can exist in the absence of the imposing quality... | |
 | Jean-François de La Harpe - 1820 - 698 oldal
...do see me weapon'd. Here is my journey's end; here is my butt, The very sea mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear : Man but...Othello's breast And he retires. Where should Othello go ? Now-how dost thou look now ? oh il starr' dwench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet al coinpt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 518 oldal
...see me weapon'd 3 ; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear ; Man but...should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now? Oill-starr'd wench4! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 oldal
...do see me weapon'd ; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd .' 'tis a lost fear ; Man...wench ' Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt,i This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And bends will snatch at it. Cold, cold,... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1823 - 418 oldal
...And. he retires. Where should Othello go ? Now — how dost thou look now ? Oh ill-starr'd wench t Pale as thy smock ! When we shall meet at compt. This look of thine will hurl my soul from heav'n, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ; Ev'n like thy chastity. O cursed slave... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 oldal
...do see me weapon'dj Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of rny utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear ; Man but...wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at comptf. This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold,... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 oldal
...bastards dead ; And I would have it suddenly perform'd, What say'st thou now ? speak suddenly, be brief. Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench...my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. Butchers... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 oldal
...do see me weapon'd; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires;—Where should Othello go?— Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! Pale as thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 oldal
...do see me weapon'd ; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very seamark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear ; Man but...he retires; — Where should Othello go ? — Now, hovr dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ^ ! Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, This... | |
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This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will 
