Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour...
the plays and poems of william shakespeare, with the purest text, and the ... - Strana 56
podľa J.PAYNE COLLIER - 1878
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