The Works of Shakespeare, 6 tomasJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... of horrid thunder , Such groans of roaring wind and rain , I never Remember to have heard . Man's nature cannot carry Th ' affliction , nor the force . Lear . Let the great Gods , That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads , Find out ...
... of horrid thunder , Such groans of roaring wind and rain , I never Remember to have heard . Man's nature cannot carry Th ' affliction , nor the force . Lear . Let the great Gods , That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads , Find out ...
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