 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 sider
...— I did say so: — Enter OTHELLO. Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragorai, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Oth. Ha! ha ! false to me? to me2? lago. Why, how now, general ! no more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 sider
...— I did say so : — Enter OTHELLO. 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 ow'dst yesterday. Oth. > Ha! ha! false tome? tome? lago. Why, how now, general! no more... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1844 - 474 sider
...had strange forebodings that she should not live long; for, "Not poppy nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou (once) hadst."—SHAKSPEARK. Godfrey and her landlady had by turns sat up with her all the... | |
 | William Carleton - 1845 - 436 sider
...speaking of Othello's jealousy, say — " 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 hadst yesterday." Here it is quite evident that the efficacy of the "syrups" spoken of was... | |
 | 1976 - 964 sider
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 | Encyclopaedia - 1845 - 850 sider
...in use, but seems to have been formerly employed as a narcotic. Not poppy nor mandragora Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, . . Which thou ow'd'st yesterday. Othello. ATROPHIA (from a privativa and трефа.', I nourish)... | |
 | 1954 - 398 sider
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 | William Shakespeare - 1846 - 496 sider
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 | James Thomson - 1847 - 504 sider
...Othello ! — " lago. Look, where he comes ! (0thello enters.) 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." Of fever'd rapture, or of cruel care ; 1110 His brightest aims extinguish'd... | |
 | 1849 - 572 sider
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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. 
