 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....  The Goblins of Neapolis - Strana 114autor/autoři: William Smith - 1836 - 146 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 936 str.
...FOOL.] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get Ihee In. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.— [foobgoet in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, Iluw shall your bousvleää beuds, and unfed sides, V'our lonp'd and wlndow'd rag^edness, defend you... | |
 | George Daniel, John Cumberland - 1826 - 512 str.
...here's the entrance. Lear. Well, I'll go in. And pass it all : I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. [Thunder. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That 'bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Sustain this shock ; your raggedness defend you From... | |
 | J. Coad - 1826 - 264 str.
...hooking a lib. } A dye of the cinnamon j an excellent killing colour. ANGLING EXCURSIONS. 79 CHAP. VII. " 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1827 - 362 str.
...Fool.] You houseles poverty, — Nay, 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 loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 804 str.
...whirlwind bear Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, A nd throw it thence into the raging sea. Hhthpan. 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 raggednea defend you ? Id.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 str.
...zAeFool.] You houseless poverty, — Nay, 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 loop'd and window'd raggednees, defend you From... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 str.
...Fool.] You houseless* poverty, — Nay, 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,3 defend you'... | |
 | John Aikin - 1838 - 796 str.
...cast my e'e, On prospects drear ; An' forward, though I canna see, I guess an' fear. A WINTER'S NIGHT. Poor, naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pilileae storm! How ehall your houseless heads, and unfed side«, Your loop'd and window'd racgcdncifl,... | |
 | William Augustus Gordon Hake - 1840 - 164 str.
...heath, in the storm, looking back on his own passed reign, thus pathetically upbraids himself; — 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... | |
 | 206 str.
...to those, who undefended from the awful storm, have none to sympathize their woe or aid their need. 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 wiudow'd raggednesss, defend you... | |
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