The TempestRivingtons, 1876 - 120 Seiten |
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Seite xiii
... Italy that he can ne'er see her again , " his lost son is winning him a new daughter of far greater interest to the reader than the shadowy CLARIBEL * Compare GONZALO's final speech , which is the real epilogue to the play : " Was Milan ...
... Italy that he can ne'er see her again , " his lost son is winning him a new daughter of far greater interest to the reader than the shadowy CLARIBEL * Compare GONZALO's final speech , which is the real epilogue to the play : " Was Milan ...
Seite xiv
... Italy , by the contrivance of the basest and most unnatural of enemies , has been cast upon a haunted island , with CALIBAN for his sole subject . All the time he has been there he has been brooding over his wrongs ; and it requires a ...
... Italy , by the contrivance of the basest and most unnatural of enemies , has been cast upon a haunted island , with CALIBAN for his sole subject . All the time he has been there he has been brooding over his wrongs ; and it requires a ...
Seite xv
... Italian soul . own loved MIRANDA ; hence also , when FERDINAND becomes his daughter's recognized lover , he reiterates expressions of his fear that the prince may show himself a true son of his father , and soil the paradise on whose ...
... Italian soul . own loved MIRANDA ; hence also , when FERDINAND becomes his daughter's recognized lover , he reiterates expressions of his fear that the prince may show himself a true son of his father , and soil the paradise on whose ...
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... Italy removed I ne'er again shall see her . O thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan , what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee ? FRAN . Sir , he may live : I saw him beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod ...
... Italy removed I ne'er again shall see her . O thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan , what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee ? FRAN . Sir , he may live : I saw him beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod ...
Seite 69
... Italian peasant shouts , " Viva Garibardi ! " and asks , " Siete Ingrese ? " ( for Inglese ) . 263 Sycorax . Mr. Moberly suggests , that Sycorax , as an Alge- rine witch , would have an Arabic name , possibly ' Shokereth ' ( the ...
... Italian peasant shouts , " Viva Garibardi ! " and asks , " Siete Ingrese ? " ( for Inglese ) . 263 Sycorax . Mr. Moberly suggests , that Sycorax , as an Alge- rine witch , would have an Arabic name , possibly ' Shokereth ' ( the ...
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ALON ALONSO ANTONIO ARIEL awake beat BOATS Boatswain Book brave brother busy Caliban cell charm College Compare Cymbeline daughter devil doth drown Duke of Milan dukedom e'er Enter ARIEL Exeunt Exit eyes father Fellow FERDINAND fish folio foul garments Gentlemen of Verona give Gonzalo grace Greek Hark hath heart heaven hence hither island isle King Lear King of Naples labour Latin lord lost Love's Labour's Lost magic master means Merchant of Venice MIRANDA monster Montaigne nature o'er play plot prithee PROS PROSPERO Re-enter ARIEL remember Rugby Edition Rugby School scene Sebastian Setebos Shake Shakespeare ship sing sleep speak speech spirit Stephano strange sweet Sycorax syllable tell Tempest thee thine thing thou art thou didst thou dost thou hast TRIN Trinculo Tunis verb Wilt wind Winter's Tale word yare
Beliebte Passagen
Seite xix - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Seite 72 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea : Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 88 - But rather to tell how, if art could tell, How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise; which not nice art In beds and curious knots, but nature boon Poured forth profuse on hill and dale and plain...
Seite xix - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Seite 21 - 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.
Seite 13 - ... would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! 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...
Seite 80 - To work my mind, when body's work 's expired : For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see : Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Seite 40 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous: Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded And with him there lie mudded.
Seite 58 - 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.
Seite 86 - That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd, and thou simular...