Tempest. Winter's taleGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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... wind was often represented pictorially by the figure of a man with his cheeks puffed out to their utmost tension with the act of blowing . Probably the Poet had such a figure in his mind . So “ Blow , winds , and crack your cheeks ...
... wind was often represented pictorially by the figure of a man with his cheeks puffed out to their utmost tension with the act of blowing . Probably the Poet had such a figure in his mind . So “ Blow , winds , and crack your cheeks ...
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... wind as possible . 10 Weather for storm . " Their howling drowns both the roaring of the tempest and the commands of the officer , " or " our official orders . " 11 " Less afraid of being drown'd . " gerundively , or like the Latin ...
... wind as possible . 10 Weather for storm . " Their howling drowns both the roaring of the tempest and the commands of the officer , " or " our official orders . " 11 " Less afraid of being drown'd . " gerundively , or like the Latin ...
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... wind as she can , in order to keep clear of the land , and get her out to sea . So Admiral Smith , in his Sailors ' Wordbook : " A hold : A term of our early navigators , for bringing a ship close to the wind , so as to hold or keep to ...
... wind as she can , in order to keep clear of the land , and get her out to sea . So Admiral Smith , in his Sailors ' Wordbook : " A hold : A term of our early navigators , for bringing a ship close to the wind , so as to hold or keep to ...
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... winds , whose pity , sighing back again , Did us but loving wrong . Mira . Was I then to you ! Pros . 42 Alack , what trouble O , a cherubin Thou wast that did preserve me ! Thou didst smile , 38 Hint for cause or theme . A frequent ...
... winds , whose pity , sighing back again , Did us but loving wrong . Mira . Was I then to you ! Pros . 42 Alack , what trouble O , a cherubin Thou wast that did preserve me ! Thou didst smile , 38 Hint for cause or theme . A frequent ...
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... Wind of the North ; to do me business in The veins o ' the earth when it is baked with frost . Ari . I do not , sir . Pros . Thou liest , malignant thing ! 64 Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax , who with age and envy 65 Was grown ...
... Wind of the North ; to do me business in The veins o ' the earth when it is baked with frost . Ari . I do not , sir . Pros . Thou liest , malignant thing ! 64 Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax , who with age and envy 65 Was grown ...
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Antigonus Anto Ariel Autolycus beseech Bohemia brother C. M. Ingleby Caliban called Camillo CLEOMENES Collier's second folio Cymbeline daughter didst doth Duke of Milan Dyce e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Ferd FLORIZEL fool foot-note give Gonza Gonzalo Hanmer Hark hath hear heart Heavens Herm Hermione honour in't King lady Leon Leontes Lettsom look lord master meaning Milan Mira monster Naples Nature never o'er old text on't original lacks original reads Pandosto passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Poet Poet's Polix Polixenes pr'ythee pray Prince probably Pros Prospero Queen repeatedly SCENE Sebas seems sense Shakespeare shalt Shep shepherd ship Sicilia sleep speak speech spirit Steph Stephano strange swear sweet Sycorax thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thought Trin Trinculo Twelfth Night Walker wife Winter's Tale word
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Страница 217 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Страница 55 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Страница 32 - Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more...
Страница 14 - But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O ! I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O ! the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
Страница 94 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread, rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar.
Страница 218 - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
Страница 45 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Страница 210 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Страница 31 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Страница 216 - The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.