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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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Illustrations of Shakespeare: Comprised in Two Hundred and Thirty Vignette ...

John Thurston - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 1
...that hath so much thy place mistook, To set thee here t Act 1I. Scene IV. Lear. 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 Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 776
...years; And hours— all tortured into ages— hours Which I outlive!— Ye toppling crags of ice 1 use it slips into my verse with ease. She yc momently above, beneath. Crash with a frequent conflict ; but ye past, And only fall on things that...

Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King Lear

William Shakespeare - 1826
...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 subscription6; why, then let fall ' Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,...

The works of lord Byron

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826
...plough'd by moments, not by years; And hours— all tortured into agee— hours Which I outlive!— Ye toppling crags of ice! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwheliuing, come and crush me! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict;...

The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General ...

William Shakespeare - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 345
...bellyfull ! 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 Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General ...

William Shakespeare - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 345
...bellyfull ! Sjiit, 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,...

Memorials of Shakespeare; or, Sketches of his character and genius, by ...

Nathan Drake - 1828
...full! spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye 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 old...

Memorials of Shakspeare: Or, Sketches of His Character and Genius

Nathan Drake - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 494
...full ! spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye 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...

Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody on the death of ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828
...moments, not by years And hours — all tortured into ages— -hours - - • Which I outlive ! — Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhehning, come and crush me ! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict;...

Memorials of Shakspeare: Or, Sketches of His Character and Genius

Nathan Drake - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 494
...! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindncss ; . I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription. Then lei fill Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised...




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