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The time hath been , That when the brains were out , the man would die , And there an end ; but now they rise again , With twenty mortal murders on their crowns , And push us from our stools . Macbeth , LETTER XXII . - PETER GRIMES .
The time hath been , That when the brains were out , the man would die , And there an end ; but now they rise again , With twenty mortal murders on their crowns , And push us from our stools . Macbeth , LETTER XXII . - PETER GRIMES .
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| Title | The works of George Crabbe, Volume 2 The works of George Crabbe, George Crabbe |
| Author | George Crabbe |
| Published | 1816 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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