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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Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd? A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell Think on Lord Hastings: despair and die!-- Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And call the noblest to the audience. And I Will stand the hazard of the die: The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, And these,--who, often drown'd, could never die,-- The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works,-- Their course of love, the tidings of her death: By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis; For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; The horrible conceit of death and night,
Alas, alas!--Help, help! My lady's dead!-- Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. For the ingredients of our caldron.