The TempestDuffield, 1907 - 65 Seiten |
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... human face than her father's . They lived in a cave or cell made out of a rock ; it was divided into several apartments , one of which Prospero called his study ; there he kept his books , which chiefly treated of magic 5 HS ...
... human face than her father's . They lived in a cave or cell made out of a rock ; it was divided into several apartments , one of which Prospero called his study ; there he kept his books , which chiefly treated of magic 5 HS ...
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... called Sycorax , who died there a short time before his arrival , Prospero , by virtue of his art , released many good spirits that Sycorax had imprisoned in the bodies of large trees , because they had refused to execute her wicked ...
... called Sycorax , who died there a short time before his arrival , Prospero , by virtue of his art , released many good spirits that Sycorax had imprisoned in the bodies of large trees , because they had refused to execute her wicked ...
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... 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 . " WHEN Prospero left them , he called his spirit Ariel 39 THE TEMPEST.
... 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 . " WHEN Prospero left them , he called his spirit Ariel 39 THE TEMPEST.
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William Shakespeare. WHEN Prospero left them , he called his spirit Ariel , who quickly appeared before him , eager to relate what he had done with Prospero's brother and the king of Naples . Ariel said , he had left them almost out of ...
William Shakespeare. WHEN Prospero left them , he called his spirit Ariel , who quickly appeared before him , eager to relate what he had done with Prospero's brother and the king of Naples . Ariel said , he had left them almost out of ...
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... called for Caliban to prepare some food , and set the cave in order ; and the company were astonished at the uncouth form and savage appearance of this ugly monster , who ( Prospero said ) was the only attendant he had to wait upon him ...
... called for Caliban to prepare some food , and set the cave in order ; and the company were astonished at the uncouth form and savage appearance of this ugly monster , who ( Prospero said ) was the only attendant he had to wait upon him ...
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2nd VOICE 3rd VOICE 66 Miranda Algiers Alonso Antonio appeared visible bat's back BEAR YOUR LOGS BEE SUCKS blessing blossom that hangs bough brother Caliban cell Ceres Cock-a-diddle-dow couch when owls cowslip's bell daughter Miranda dear father desert island ding-dong bell dream Duke of Milan dukedom enemies execute her wicked Ferd Ferdinand first-voice FULL FATHOM FIVE GEORGE RICHARD BLINN goddess Gonzalo Hark harpy hath hear hither in't invisible isle Juno king of Naples lady maid MASKELL HARDY mer-ri-ly merrily mistress Neptune nymphs owls do cry perish poor cave pray Pros PROSPERO AND MIRANDA Prospero left remember Repeat Chorus rich ring his knell ship singing sound of Ariel's spirit Ariel storm strain of Chanticleer strange sun-burn'd sicklemen sung in three take hands TEMPEST thee thou camest told torment UNTO THESE YELLOW watch-dogs bark weep wicked commands witch Sycorax wonder YELLOW SANDS young prince
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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