Comedy of The TempestHarper, 1881 |
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... grace , and the last in simplicity , if Shakespeare had not done this ; and he alone could have done it . Had he never created a Miran- da , we should never have been made to feel how completely the purely natural and the purely ideal ...
... grace , and the last in simplicity , if Shakespeare had not done this ; and he alone could have done it . Had he never created a Miran- da , we should never have been made to feel how completely the purely natural and the purely ideal ...
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... grace . She resembles nothing upon earth ; but do we therefore compare her , in our own minds , with any of those fabled beings with which the fancy of an- cient poets peopled the forest depths , the fountain or the ocean ? - oread or ...
... grace . She resembles nothing upon earth ; but do we therefore compare her , in our own minds , with any of those fabled beings with which the fancy of an- cient poets peopled the forest depths , the fountain or the ocean ? - oread or ...
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William Shakespeare. caught from society one imitated or artificial grace . The im pulses which have come to her , in her enchanted solitude , are of heaven and nature , not of the world and its vanities . She has sprung up into beauty ...
William Shakespeare. caught from society one imitated or artificial grace . The im pulses which have come to her , in her enchanted solitude , are of heaven and nature , not of the world and its vanities . She has sprung up into beauty ...
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... grace and grandeur . The human and imaginary characters , the dramatic and the gro- tesque , are blended together with the greatest art , and without any appearance of it . Though he has here given " to airy nothing a local habitation ...
... grace and grandeur . The human and imaginary characters , the dramatic and the gro- tesque , are blended together with the greatest art , and without any appearance of it . Though he has here given " to airy nothing a local habitation ...
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... grace , the bold originality , and the grave beauty of The Tempest . There are several respects in which the play thus stands alone as distinguishable in character from any other of its author's varied creations . Without being his work ...
... grace , the bold originality , and the grave beauty of The Tempest . There are several respects in which the play thus stands alone as distinguishable in character from any other of its author's varied creations . Without being his work ...
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Abbott Adrian allusion Alonso Antonio Boatswain brave brother Caliban Ceres charm chough Cymb daughter Dido didst discase doth drown'd Duke of Milan dukedom e'er earth edition editors ellipsis English Enter ARIEL Epilogue Exeunt Exit eyes father Ferdinand and Miranda folio folio reads follow foul give Gonzalo grace Hast thou hath hear hest hither island isle Jephson king King of Naples Lear lord master means Merchant of Venice mind Miranda monster Naples nature never o'er on't passage Passionate Pilgrim Phila play poet poetic pray prince princess prithee Prospero Rich Rolfe Rolfe's SCENE Sebastian sense Setebos Shakespeare ship sing sleep speak Spenser spirit Steevens Stephano strange sweet Sycorax Tempest thee Theo thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought Trinculo Tunis verb whist winds wonder word yare yond
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Página 106 - 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. As you from crimes would pardon'd be. Let your indulgence set me free.] NOTES.
Página 97 - 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.
Página 115 - How now, Horatio? you tremble and look pale; Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on 't? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes.
Página 50 - 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.
Página 49 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Página 42 - 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...
Página 48 - Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt 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 wouldst 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...
Página 36 - But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffered 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. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The fraughting souls within her.
Página 83 - 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.
Página 105 - I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace : What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool ! Pro.