 | Jeffrey K. Zeig - 1992 - 356 oldal
...moans in her hysterical guilt. Macbeth whispers to the physician as they stand behind the curtain, Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow? Raze out the written troubles of the brain? And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff... | |
 | Spencer A. Rathus - 1993 - 782 oldal
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 | Francis Barker - 1993 - 280 oldal
...from self, Macbeth both plaintively and angrily demands of the doctor whether he cannot, in order to 'minister to a mind diseas'd', 'Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow' and 'Raze out the written troubles of the brain'. But no such surgery or erasure of inscription is... | |
 | John Oswald Sanders - 1994 - 180 oldal
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 | Bettie Anne Doebler - 1994 - 304 oldal
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 | 1984 - 450 oldal
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 | Frederick Kiefer - 1996 - 394 oldal
...impossible, to expunge. Macbeth's words to the Doctor suggest the capacity of memory to afflict the present: "Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, / Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, / Raze out the written troubles of the brain?" (5.3.40-42). The very act of remembering can harbor... | |
 | Jan H. Blits - 1996 - 248 oldal
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 | George C. Pitzer - 1996 - 98 oldal
...Mo., Oct. i, 1898. Suggestion In the Cure of Diseases and-the Correction of Vices. "Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with aome sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the sturTil... | |
 | William M. Hawley - 1998 - 232 oldal
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Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, 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. 
