Tuesday 19 November 2013
Macbeth soliloquy poem
Macbeth soliloquy poem
Alarum'd by this fatal dagger,
Witchcraft celebrates thy blade,
An instrument of cold blood,
Not my feeling but of the false creation
To abuse my present horror.
I see before me, dead,
A bloody business from wicked mind,
I have thee not, and yet I thus is my
Stealthy ghost, with ravishing strides,
Toward my whereabout.
A threat of the mind, a bloody creation,
A wolf howl's this watch
Like a fatal Proceeding.
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Stunning editing, showing careful thought. 10/10 - delighted with how well you are working in English, Archie.
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