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Review: The Tempest
Nutzerbericht - Helena - GoodreadsGood, not great. I enjoy Shakespeare's writing, plots & characters always, but I've liked some of his other works more. Vollständige Rezension lesen
Review: The Tempest
Nutzerbericht - Hankrose - GoodreadsWhile not known for it's verisimilitude, this play is deceptive, there is a lot of symbolism and things going on that might not be the first thing you notice. It sends one thinking, is Prospero good ... Vollständige Rezension lesen
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Algiers Alonso answered Antonio appearance Ariel bear blessing brother brought Caliban called cave cell Ceres child Chorus command daughter dear ding-dong bell doth dream dukedom earth enemies eyes father FATHOM Ferd Ferdinand five followed Full give Gonzalo hands hard Hark hear heart hither invisible island isle king of Naples lady Leave LIBRARY live logs look magic master means mer-ri-ly Milan Miranda monster nature never perish play poor pray prince Pros Prospero remember rest returned rich safe seemed seen senses ship sleep song soon soul sound speak spirit storm strain of Chanticleer strange SUCKS sung sweet Sycorax task tell thee thou thought told true UNTO THESE YELLOW VOICE waves wonder YELLOW SANDS young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 50 - 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...
Seite 23 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Seite 24 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Seite 36 - The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning ! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
Seite 18 - I'd divide And burn in many places ; on the topmast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O...
Seite 51 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Seite 39 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Seite 45 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro.
Seite 49 - 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.
Seite 22 - Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist," Foot it featly" here and there, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Burden (dispersedly) . Hark, hark! Bow-woW. The watch-dogs bark ! Bow-woW. ART. Hark, hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, " Cock-a-diddle-doW." FER. Where should this music be ? I' the air or the earth ? It sounds no more ; and, sure, it waits upon Some god o
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Tempest Lamb Shakespeare for the young |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | Duffield, 1907 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 7. Febr. 2008 |
| Länge | 65 Seiten |
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