 | George Hamilton (Writer on art) - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...elements, with unkinduess, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me 110 subscription ; why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand your slave, A poor infirm, weak, and despis'd old man : But yet I call yon servile ministers, That have, with two pernicious daughters join'd... | |
 | 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 404
...spirit-stirring appeal, " I never gave you kingdoms, called you children, You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure? here I stand...slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man: — But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters joined Your high... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 534
...the same sense. I never gave you kingdom, called you children ; You owe me no subscription ; ' why, then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand,...slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. — But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters joined Your high-engendered... | |
 | 1871 - عدد الصفحات: 608
...or reproachful communings with Nature often remind us, by their sublime intensity, of Lear : — ' I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never...call'd you children, You owe me no subscription.' Manfred's apostrophe is pitched in the same exalted key : — ' Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 522
...unkindness, '. never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, k'ou owe me no subscription ;° why then, Ici fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man : — Sut yel I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 536
...speeches. The French I never gave you kingdom, called you children ; You owe me no subscription ; ' why, then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand,...slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. — But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters joined Your high-engendered... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never...kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription ; 3 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here, I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - عدد الصفحات: 340
...Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never...kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription ; 3 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here, I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 646
...Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never...here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters join8... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 652
...Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never...here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters join... | |
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O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind,... 
