 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 420 Seiten
...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...houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggeiiness, defend you From seasons such as these? 0, 1 have ta'en Too little care of this! Take physic,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 832 Seiten
...thee in. I '11 pray, and then I '11 sleep. [Fool goet ta. Poor nnV»d wretchos, wheresoe'er you are, s sidee, У our looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons euch as these? O, I have ta'en... | |
 | Charles Churchill, William Tooke - 1854 - 380 Seiten
...shall impart The songs of gladness with an aching heart. 345 Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How...houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window' d raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? LEAK. JOCKEY. Still have I known thee... | |
 | R. W. Vanderkiste - 1854 - 350 Seiten
...north wind blows, reader, it may be well to consider— " Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you ore That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed aides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness defend you From seasons such as these ? Oh! I have ta'en... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 Seiten
...pray, and then I'll sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoever you are, That bid« the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your.loop'dand wiudow'd raggedness, cU-ft-nd you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta*en Too little... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1854 - 520 Seiten
...blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn! A WINTER NIGHT. Poor naked wretches, wheresoever you are, That bide .the pelting of this pitiless storm! How shall your houseless haads, and unfed rides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness defend yon From seasons such as these?... | |
 | Theodora Elizabeth Lynch - 1854 - 540 Seiten
...not with scorn and contempt. In her heart she murmured with Lear — • Poor naked wretches ! Who bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads, your unfed sides. Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ! " The... | |
 | 1856 - 390 Seiten
...is exposed on the heath to the fury of the elements : Poor nuked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, Tbnt bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O1 have m'en Too little care... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1856 - 538 Seiten
...relief to those That weary-laden mourn! A WINTER NIGHT. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you ve, Thai bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ! How shall your houseless heads, and unfed side*, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness defend yon From seasons such as these? — SHAISPXAU. WHEN... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 Seiten
...am a man More sinned against than sinning. Act iii. Sc. 4. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless ht-ails, and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these... | |
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I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. 
