 | British essayists - 1823 - 788 páginas
...pathetic comparison -betwixt the severity of the tempest and of his daughters: Rumble thy belly full ! spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man ! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for a moment the consideration... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1823 - 418 páginas
...thunder, tire, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription....old man ! But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engendered battles, 'gainst a head So old and white... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1828 - 520 páginas
...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,...Here I stand your slave; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for a moment the consideration... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1828 - 534 páginas
...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,...Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man ! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for a moment the consideration... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 páginas
...better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing : here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble...That will with two pernicious daughters join " Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O ! O ! 'tis foul ! Fool. He that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 páginas
...better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing : here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble...ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters join8 Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O ! O ! 'tis foul ! Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 páginas
...spout, rain! Norrain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: Itainotyou, you elements, withunkindness; I never gave you kingdom , call'd you children , You...slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. Bui yet I call you servile ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters join Your high-engender'd... | |
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Rumble thy 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: then let fall Your horrible pleasure;... 
