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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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Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, المجلد 3

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833
...I made a snowball and pelted Hobhouse with it. " Got down to our horses again ; ate something ; * " Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me ! / hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict. * * * The mists boil up around...

The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His ..., المجلد 11

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836
...plough'd by 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'er whelm ing, come and crush me ! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict...

The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed ..., المجلد 1

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837
...plough'd by moments, not by years And hours — all tortured into ages — hours Which I outlive! — Ye toppling crags of ice! Ye avalanches, whom a breath...down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me ! 1 hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict ;(-i) but ye pass, And only fall...

The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed ..., المجلد 1

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837
...plough'd by 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 overwhelming, come and crush me! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict...

The Winter Evening Book

William Chambers - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 325
...described by Lord Byron, who has put these words into the lips of the gloomy and desperate Manfred: - " Ye toppling crags of ice! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountains overwhelming, come and crush me! I hear ye momently, above, beneath, Crash with a frequent...

The Quarterly Review, المجلد 131

1871
...communings with Nature often remind us, by their sublime intensity, of Lear : — ' I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom,...crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down Tn mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me ! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent...

King Lear. Romeo and Juliet

William Shakespeare - 1841
...bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, 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 ; 3 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here, I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and...

The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Edition ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - عدد الصفحات: 935
...plough'd by moments, not by years And hours — all tortured into ages — hoars Which I outlive! — Ye toppling crags of ice! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down la mountainous overwhelming, come and crush me! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent...

A hand-book for travellers in Switzerland and the Alps of Savoy and Piedmont ...

John Murray (publishers.) - 1842
...In passing the masses of snow, I made a snowball and pelted Hobhouse with it. " — Swiss Journal. " Ye toppling crags of ice — Ye avalanches, whom a...down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me ! / hear ye momently above, beneatk, Crush with a frequent conflict ; but ye pass, And only fall on...

The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved ..., المجلد 13

William Shakespeare - 1842
...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 ; 3 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here, I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and...




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