 | William Irwin Thompson - 1990 - Liczba stron: 484
...rest of us, is strapped to the wheel and can say with King Lear: You do me wrong to take me out o th' grave. Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. FIVE AD2000: The Millennium Under New Management "Major fighting in Viet Nam will peter out about 1967;... | |
 | John Casey, John Peter Anthony Casey - 1990 - Liczba stron: 260
...and 'a very foolish fond old man'.38 There is certainly a humbled quality in his words to Cordelia: Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel...of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.39 There is little more than that. Bradley thinks that Lear finds knowledge in his madness. Is... | |
 | Alan Lennox-Short - 1991 - Liczba stron: 300
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 | Albert Cook - 1991 - Liczba stron: 264
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 | Marvin Rosenberg - 1992 - Liczba stron: 456
...speaks. Ambiguity still: is this madness? Hallucination? Metaphor? You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave; Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead (45-48). Half-circle the wheel had come for the Lears who began titanic, tough, autocratic, tyrannically... | |
 | Angela Partington - 1992 - Liczba stron: 1098
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 | Bennett Simon - 1988 - Liczba stron: 292
...tears are not salt water but a dangerous and destructive liquid. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave: Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. (4.7.45-48). He associates tears, especially his own, to poison as he explicitly names Cordelia: Lear:... | |
 | Maurice Charney - 1993 - Liczba stron: 446
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 | Guy Willoughby - 1993 - Liczba stron: 184
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How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. 
