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" Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your... "
The Quarterly Review - الصفحة 369
1871
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The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, المجلدات 21-22

British essayists - 1823
...full ! spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdom,...call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised...

The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: Troilus and ...

William Shakespeare - 1823
...bellyfull! spit fire! spout raia ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, tire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;' why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...

The Plays, المجلد 9

William Shakespeare - 1824
...bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom,...call'd you children, You owe me no subscription-)-; why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...

The Life of Shakespeare: Enquiries Into the Originality of His ..., المجلد 2

Augustine Skottowe - 1824
...is certainly here a general resemblance to such passages in Shakspeare as — " I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure?" The restoration of the king to reason is the point at...

The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index ...

William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 385
...beflyfull! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom,...call'd you children, You owe me no subscription§; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your,slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...

A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author ..., المجلد 1

British poets - 1824
...plough'd by moments, not by years ; And hours — all tortured into ages — hours Which 1 outlive ! Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o erwhelming, come and crush me ! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict...

The London Magazine, المجلد 10

1824
...Blow ! winds, and crack your cheeks, • * • • • I tax not you, ye elements, with uukindness, aldwin, Cradock, and Joy : why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand your slave— A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...

The life of Shakspeare; enquiries into the originality of his dramatic plots ...

Augustine Skottowe - 1824
...general resemblance to such passages in Shakspeare as — " I tax not you, you elements, with unkindncss, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ?" The restoration of the king to reason is the point at...

The dramatic works of Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson and Stevens [sic ...

William Shakespeare - 1824
...fire! Nor rain, wind, thunder, tire, are my daughters; I tax not you, you elements, with unkiudiiess, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription j|; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and...

Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron

George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) - 1825
...ploughed by moments, not by year* : And hours — all tortured into ages — hours Which I outlive ! — Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath...o'erwhelming, come and crush me! I hear ye momently above, beneaIh, Crash with a frequent conflict ; but ye pass, And only fall on things which still would live...




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