 Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this...  Three Essays on Shakespeare's Tragedy of King Lear - Pàgina 91per Sir John Robert Seeley, William Young (of the City of London School), Ernest Abraham Hart - 1851 - 149 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1795 - 432 pàgines
...to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land. GOLDSMITH. Deserted Village. TAKE physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches...That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, • And shew the heavens more just. SHAKE SPEAR. Lear, act ill. * AH little think the gay licentious proud,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 pàgines
...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physick, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ;...shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg. [Within."] Fathom and half, fathom and half ! Poor Tom ! [The Fool runs out from the Hacfl.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pàgines
...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physick, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ;...shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg, [within.'] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom! [The Fool runs, out from the hovel.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 pàgines
...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this! Take physick, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ;...shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg. [fVlthin.] Fathom and half, fathom and " half! Poor Tom! [The Fool runs out from the Hovel.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 pàgines
...raggedness, defend you, From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physick, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel;...shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. , . • Edg. [With\n^] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom! [The Fool rum out from the... | |
 | 1806 - 408 pàgines
..., In, boy, go first. You houseless poverty — Nay, get thee in; I'll pray, and then I'll sleepPoor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the...feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superfiux to them, And shew the heavens more just. DESCRIPTION W/DOVER CLIFF. (SHAKESPEARE ) COME on,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 pàgines
...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physick, pomp $ Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ;...shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg. \\i-iihin.'] Fathom and half, fathom and half! poor Tom ! [The Fool runs out from the hovel.... | |
 | Alexander Fraser Tytler (lord Woodhouselee.) - 1807 - 464 pàgines
...then I'll sleep. " Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, " That bide the pelting of this pityless storm ! " How shall your houseless heads, and unfed...the superflux to them, " And show the heavens more just ! " K. Lear, Act. in. Sc. 5. " The sentiments here displayed, flow so naturally from " the passions... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 pàgines
...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'eu Too little care of this ! Take physick, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ;...shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg. [Within.'] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom ! [The Fool runs out from the Hovel.... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 328 pàgines
...condition, and worthy to be written in characters of gold in the closet of every monarch upon earth : i O ! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic,...That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And shew the Heaven's more just! Lear being at last persuaded to take shelter in tha hovel, the poet has... | |
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