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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;... "
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Poétique anglaise, Volume 3

Albin Joseph U. Hennet - 1806
...Crack nature's moulds ! all germens spill at once That make ungrateful man ! Rumble thy belly-full! spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind , thunder,...you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdoms , call'd you children,' You owe me no subscription; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure...
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The Poetical Preceptor; Or, A Collection of Select Pieces of Poetry ...

1806 - 380 pages
...worldj Crack nature's mould, all germins spill at once That make ingrateful man. Rumble thy bully-full, spit fire, spout rain; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire,...are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with uukindness: 1 never gave you kingdom, cnll'd you childrenYou owe me no subscription. Then let fall...
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The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson ..., Volume 9

William Shakespeare - 1807
...daughters blessing ; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...
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The Speaker; Or Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English Writers ...

William Enfield - 1808 - 400 pages
...thunder, fire, are my daughter*, I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I-never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription....fall Your horrible pleasure. — Here I stand your brave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man ; But yet I call you'servile ministers, That have...
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The British Essayists;: Adventurer

Alexander Chalmers - 1808
...are my daughters, 1 tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdom, called vou children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall...Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave ; A p .or, infirm, weak, and despised old man ! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for...
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The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ...

Mrs. Inchbald - 1808
...elements, with unkindness : I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; You owe me no obedience. — Then let fall Your horrible pleasure ! — Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. — [Rain — Thunder — Lightning. Yet I will call you servile ministers, That...
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King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, Volume 4

William Shakespeare - 1808 - 78 pages
...elements, with unkindness : I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me no obedience. — Then let fall Your horrible pleasure ! — Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. — [Rain — Thunder — Lightning. Yet I will call you servile ministers, That...
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The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ...

Mrs. Inchbald - 1808
...with unkindness: '.I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; You owe me no obedience.—Then let fall Your horrible pleasure !—Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.— So old and white as this. Oh ! oh! 'tis foul. Kent. Hard by, sir, is a hovel,...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and ..., Volume 14

William Shakespeare - 1809
...daughters blessing ; here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;s why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...
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Letters on Literature, Taste, and Composition, Addressed to His Son

George Gregory - 1809 - 363 pages
...the elements, when discarded and turned out by Regan. There is a peculiar beauty in this part " „ 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, called you children, " You owe me no subscription,"...
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