The TempestGinn, 1887 |
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... old meanings of quaint . 78 " Wicked dew " is , probably , dew that has been cursed , and so made poisonous or baleful . See Critical Notes . With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both SCENE II . 65 THE TEMPEST .
... old meanings of quaint . 78 " Wicked dew " is , probably , dew that has been cursed , and so made poisonous or baleful . See Critical Notes . With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both SCENE II . 65 THE TEMPEST .
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... probably in reference to the cells of which honeycomb is composed . 83 It does not well appear what this was . Coffee was known , but , I think , not used , in England in Shakespeare's time . Burton , in his Anatomy of Melancholy , 1632 ...
... probably in reference to the cells of which honeycomb is composed . 83 It does not well appear what this was . Coffee was known , but , I think , not used , in England in Shakespeare's time . Burton , in his Anatomy of Melancholy , 1632 ...
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... probably , to one of the meanings of sort , which was lot or portion ; from the Latin sors . 12 That is , " when the state of my feelings does not relish them , or has no appetite for them . " Stomach for appetite occurs repeatedly ...
... probably , to one of the meanings of sort , which was lot or portion ; from the Latin sors . 12 That is , " when the state of my feelings does not relish them , or has no appetite for them . " Stomach for appetite occurs repeatedly ...
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... probably is , " your eye , which hath cause to sprinkle or water your grief with tears . " This would of course make the grief grow stronger . " The grief on't " is the grief arising from it or out of it ; that is , from the loss or ...
... probably is , " your eye , which hath cause to sprinkle or water your grief with tears . " This would of course make the grief grow stronger . " The grief on't " is the grief arising from it or out of it ; that is , from the loss or ...
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... probably means furniture of war . 24 Foison is an old word for plenty or abundance of provision , especially of the fruits of the soil . Often used so by the Poet . Gonza . I would with such perfection govern , sir 82 ACT II , THE TEMPEST .
... probably means furniture of war . 24 Foison is an old word for plenty or abundance of provision , especially of the fruits of the soil . Often used so by the Poet . Gonza . I would with such perfection govern , sir 82 ACT II , THE TEMPEST .
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Страница 58 - Know thus far forth. — By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now, my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes "Will ever after droop.
Страница 148 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
Страница 92 - A strange fish! 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Страница 126 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Страница 169 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry, On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Страница 82 - 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 33 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Страница 124 - You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd : be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air...
Страница 49 - 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 134 - 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 : graves at my command, Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.