King Lear: A Tragedy |
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49. oldal
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks ! You sulphurous and
thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Singe my
white head ! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity of the
world !
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks ! You sulphurous and
thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Singe my
white head ! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity of the
world !
68. oldal
Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd ? A father, and a gracious aged
man, Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick, Most barbarous,
most degenerate ! have you madded. Could my good brother suffer you to do it I'
A ...
Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd ? A father, and a gracious aged
man, Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick, Most barbarous,
most degenerate ! have you madded. Could my good brother suffer you to do it I'
A ...
74. oldal
Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the
beach, Appear like mice ; and yon tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her
cook, a buoy, .Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge, That on the ...
Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the
beach, Appear like mice ; and yon tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her
cook, a buoy, .Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge, That on the ...
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