 | R. A. Foakes - 2003 - 242 sider
...seems to take over something of the latter's majestic vocabulary: Not poppy nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday. (3.3.333-6) But if there will be no forgetfulness for Othello, neither... | |
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 | Andrew Hadfield - 2003 - 195 sider
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 | F. W. Farrar - 2004 - 228 sider
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2004 - 300 sider
...heard!" [This was given in a scream.] "Bless my soul! why, he's the man-" "-mandragora Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday!" here roared our Climax just in my ear, and shaking his fist in my face... | |
 | S. H. Talcott - 2003 - 324 sider
...day Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid." "Not poppy nor mandragora. Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou own'dst yesterday." The blessings of sleep, on the other hand, are further outlined as follows:... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Steven Croft - 2004 - 212 sider
...sulphur. Enter OTHELLO I did say so. 325 Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday. OTHELLO Ha! Ha! False to me? IAGO Why, how now, General! No more ofthat.... | |
 | John Calvin M. Brust - 2004 - 504 sider
...Am J Public Health 1999:89:666. Chapter 6 Barbiturates and Other Hypnotics and Sedatives Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. — William Shakespeare, Othello There was a pill for everything— for... | |
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Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. 
