 | Bernard J. Paris - 1991 - Počet stránok 328
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 | Kristin Linklater - 1992 - Počet stránok 236
...thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world! Crack nature's moulds, all germains spill at once That make ungrateful man! King Lear, Act III, Scene ii Here is an... | |
 | Bennett Simon - 1988 - Počet stránok 292
...thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head. And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world, Crack Nature's molds, all germains spill at once, That makes ingrateful man. (3.2.1-9). The speech confounds battle,... | |
 | Anthony J. Berret - 1993 - Počet stránok 232
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 | Howard Mills - 1993 - Počet stránok 260
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 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - Počet stránok 136
...thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head. And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world, Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once, That makes ingrateful man. Rumble thy bellyful. Spit, fire. Spout,... | |
 | Robert J. Landy - 1996 - Počet stránok 292
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 | Perry W. Ma - 1998 - Počet stránok 258
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 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - Počet stránok 196
...thought-executing fires, 4 Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, 5 Singe my white head. And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world, Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once, 8 That makes ingrateful man. FOOL O nuncle, court holy water in a... | |
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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes. spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head!... 
