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" Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this... "
Memorials of Shakspeare: Or, Sketches of His Character and Genius - Страница 326
по Nathan Drake - 1828 - 494 страници
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Golden Leaves from the British and American Dramatic Poets

John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 562 страници
...'gainst a head So old and white as this. O ! O ! 'tis foul ! ****** Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little...

Shakspeare's tragedy of King Lear, with notes, adapted for schools and for ...

William Shakespeare - 1865
...get thee in. I'll pray, and then 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 unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, 1 have ta'en Too little...

The Secret Service, the Field, the Dungeon, and the Escape

Albert Deane Richardson - 1865 - 512 страници
...peculiarly honest and business-like look of that medicine-box ! CHAPTER XL. Wheresoe'er yon aw That Mde Ihe pelting of this pitiless storm. How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Tour looped and windowed raggcdness, defend youT Knio Liu. AT dark, my three friends joined me. We...

The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Том 12

William Shakespeare - 1867
...get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. — [Fool goes in, Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...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...

The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.].

William Shakespeare - 1867
...get thee in. I'll pray, and then 11l sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...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...

The Pictorial edition of the works of Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. [8 vols ...

William Shakespeare - 1867
...I '11 pray, and then I 'II sleep. — • [Fool yoes in. Poor naked wretches, whercsoe'cr you arc, wa 0 loop'db and window'd raggediicss, defend you From seasons such as these ? О, Т have ta'en Too little...

The Spiritual Magazine, Том 3

1868
...and musty straw, learns to feel for " houseless poverty :" — Poor naked creatures, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you, From seasons such as these? 0, I have ta'en Too little...

The Poetical Works of Robert Burns

Robert Burns - 1868 - 299 страници
...forward, though I canua see, I guess an' íeur. AWI NT EK NIGHT. 'Poor naked wretches, whercso'eryou aro, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ! How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Your ¡loftjp'd and window'd raggcilness, defend you From seasons such as these V—Shakspere. WHEN biting...

Treasury of Choice Quotations

Treasury - 1869 - 458 страници
...2. O. that way madness lies ; let me shun that. Act iii. Sc. 4. Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? Act iii. Sc. 4. Take physic,...

A manual of English grammar

Robert Frederick Brewer - 1869
...her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? Should we thus lead them to...




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