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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Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, I fear no uncles dead. Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion. In the affliction of these terrible dreams Have stuck more terror to the soul of Richard Most holy and religious fear it is The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, Fear me not. Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: Where,--after I have solemnly interr'd That lies like truth. "Fear not, till Birnam wood Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? Which the dark night hath so discovered. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net nor lime, And I will do it without fear or doubt, Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. And flaky darkness breaks within the east. With very, very small investments! The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net nor lime, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark