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;... Large-Scale Disasters: Prediction, Control, and Mitigation - Page 1edited by - 2008Limited preview - About this book
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 296 pages
...singled out as distinctively representing the Imagination (as opposed to the Fancy) in BL (i. 85): 'Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. | I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; | l never gave you kingdom, call'd you children; | You owe me no subscription' (1n. ii., ll. 15-18).... | |
| Isaac Asimov - 2009 - 418 pages
...back to the castle and make peace with his daughters, but Lear doesn't even hear him. He roars on: "Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor...Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. ..." The Duke of Kent, Lear's loyal servant (though the King in a fit of rage has... | |
| Oliver Ford Davies - 2003 - 224 pages
...realisation of the text and indeed of the emotions.'7 Lear's second speech offers some interesting contrasts: Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire, spout rain! Nor rain,...elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I... | |
| Grace Ioppolo - 2003 - 192 pages
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| Grace Ioppolo - 2003 - 192 pages
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| Grace Ioppolo - 2003 - 208 pages
...Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing. Here's a night piries neither wise man nor fooL LEAR Rumble thy bellyful; spit, fire; spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. I task not you, you elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children. You owe... | |
| Roger Paulin - 2003 - 548 pages
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