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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Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death. To make me die with a restorative. That's by me wounded. Both our remedies Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment, Which I have told thee, of my father's death: Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: | Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! |
A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death: Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, To add the death of you. Became him like the leaving it; he died | His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. |
And look on death itself! up, up, and see Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: