The American Lancet, Nide 14

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Leartus Connor
George S. Davis, Medical Publisher, 1890
 

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Sivu 405 - Howl, howl, howl, howl ! — O ! you are men of stones ; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever. — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Sivu 404 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music : it is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.
Sivu 405 - O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing : here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription : then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak,...
Sivu 405 - And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life ! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir. Do you see this ? Look on her, look, her lips, Look there, look there ! [Dies.
Sivu 378 - ... midway between the anterior superior spinous process of the ilium and the umbilicus.
Sivu 406 - To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in' the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine...
Sivu 405 - Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness...
Sivu 405 - Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, — an excellent thing in woman.
Sivu 406 - tis he : why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.
Sivu 405 - Lear. This feather stirs ; she lives ! if it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt.

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