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... Speak What We Feel: Not What We Ought to Say - Pàgina 143per Frederick Buechner - 2009 - 176 pàginesPrevisualització limitada - Sobre aquest llibre
| William Shakespeare - 1809 - 384 pàgines
...sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor n ,iked 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 winclow'd raggedness,5 defend you 3 Tour old kine! father, whose frank heart gave all,] Old copies:... | |
| Andrew M'Kenzie - 1810 - 194 pàgines
...broken Ijeart. THE STORM.O) " Poor naked wretches, wheiesoe'er you are, " That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, " How shall your houseless heads,...raggedness, defend you "From seasons such as these." SHAKESPEARE. 'Tis night...loud howls the storm...the surges roar— With dreadful force they beat the... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 pàgines
...I'll sleep.— poverty,— Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads, and...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 ; That... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - 424 pàgines
...I'll sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads, and...defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That... | |
| Robert Burns - 1811 - 500 pàgines
...Poor naked wretches, whercsoe'cr yon arc, '• That bide the pelting of this pityless storm ! 1 • How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, " Your loop'd and window'd raggedncss, defend yon, " From seasons such as these." SHAKESPEARE. WHEN biting Sore as, fell and doure.... | |
| William Richardson - 1812 - 468 pàgines
...he had not done so before. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ! How shall your houseless heads, and...defend you From seasons such as these ? — O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 pàgines
...I'll sleep. [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm. How shall your houseless heads, and...defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 pàgines
...then I'll sleep. [Foolgoes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads, and...defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That... | |
| Robert Burns - 1813 - 444 pàgines
...fear. A WINTER WINTER NIGHT. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ! How shall your houseless heads, and...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these '? SHAKESPEARE. WHEN biting Boreas, fell and douire, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus... | |
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