 I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out...  Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical - Strana 50upravili: - 1826Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Richard Boon - 2007
...retrieve the relationship that is most precious to him - that with his daughter Cordelia: we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon. (King Lear 5.3.17-19) The experiences he has suffered have brought him an insight he did not previously... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2008 - 380 str.
...cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded...too, Who loses and who wins, who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a walled prison,... | |
 | Joseph Pearce - 2008 - 224 str.
...cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded...too, Who loses and who wins, who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a walled prison,... | |
 | András Horn - 2008 - 210 str.
...in'th'cage. When thou dost ask me blessing, Fll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness; so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded...too— Who loses and who wins, who's in, who's out, And take upon 's the mystery of things As if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out In a walled prison... | |
 | Denis Donoghue - 2008 - 207 str.
...cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded...too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison,... | |
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