 | J. C. Morris - Fiction - 2005 - 509 pages
...the cruelty of life, the inhumanity of mankind. He recited Shakespeare and the Bible aloud. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories...war, some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd, Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping killed." From Mark, 7:2 1 "For from within, out of the... | |
 | Sara Douglass - Fiction - 2007 - 496 pages
...heart hid. So came the Demon-King to reign over England. EPILOGUE — PONTEFRACT CASTLE — For God's sake let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories...slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos 'd, Some poison 'd by their wives, some sleeping kill 'd, All murder' d— for within the hollow... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Paul Werstine - Performing Arts - 2011 - 355 pages
...bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? 155 Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that...Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground 160 And tell sad stories of the death of kings — How some... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Paul Werstine - Performing Arts - 2011 - 355 pages
...bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? 155 Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that...Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground 160 And tell sad stories of the death of kings — How some... | |
 | Clement Healy - History - 2006 - 134 pages
...death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones, For God's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories...war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd; Some poisoned by their wives; some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd; — for within the hollow crown That... | |
 | Thomas Page Anderson - Literary Criticism - 2006 - 252 pages
...we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death And that...Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings: How some have been... | |
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Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death... 
