Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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He is dead and gone; To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Stand not amaz'd. The prince will doom thee death Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead? And look on death itself! up, up, and see Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd This day those enernies are put to death, Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, With pestilent speeches of his father's death; | But two months dead!--nay, not so much, not two: |
To time and mortal custom.--Yet my heart He should the bearers put to sudden death, Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.