PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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Page 76
... Lady . Now . Macb . As I descended ? Lady . Ay . [ ber ? Macb . Hark ! who lies i ' the second cham- Lady . Donalbain . me , Knocking within . Macb . Whence is that knocking ? [ Starting . How is ' t with me , when ev'ry noise appals ...
... Lady . Now . Macb . As I descended ? Lady . Ay . [ ber ? Macb . Hark ! who lies i ' the second cham- Lady . Donalbain . me , Knocking within . Macb . Whence is that knocking ? [ Starting . How is ' t with me , when ev'ry noise appals ...
Page 77
... Lady , Rosse , Lenox , Lords , and Attendants . Lady . My royal lord , You do not give the cheer : the feast is sold , That is not often vouch'd , while ' tis a making , " Tis given with welcome : to feed were best at home ; From thence ...
... Lady , Rosse , Lenox , Lords , and Attendants . Lady . My royal lord , You do not give the cheer : the feast is sold , That is not often vouch'd , while ' tis a making , " Tis given with welcome : to feed were best at home ; From thence ...
Page 139
... lady , to a low Whom certain these rough shades did never But loyal cottage , where you may be safe Unless the Goddess that in rural shrine [ song Till further quest . What readiest way would bring me to the Comus . Due west it rises ...
... lady , to a low Whom certain these rough shades did never But loyal cottage , where you may be safe Unless the Goddess that in rural shrine [ song Till further quest . What readiest way would bring me to the Comus . Due west it rises ...
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