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... fear you have done yourself some wrong : a word . Mira . [ aside . ] Why speaks my father so un- gently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my father 22 ACT I. THE TEMPEST .
... fear you have done yourself some wrong : a word . Mira . [ aside . ] Why speaks my father so un- gently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my father 22 ACT I. THE TEMPEST .
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... fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dearest o ' the loss . Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak SC ...
... fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dearest o ' the loss . Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak SC ...
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... fear , or sloth . Seb . Pr'ythee say on : The setting of thine eye , and cheek , proclaim A matter from thee ; and a birth , indeed , Which throes thee much to yield . Ant . Thus , sir : Although this lord of weak remembrance , this ...
... fear , or sloth . Seb . Pr'ythee say on : The setting of thine eye , and cheek , proclaim A matter from thee ; and a birth , indeed , Which throes thee much to yield . Ant . Thus , sir : Although this lord of weak remembrance , this ...
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... fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapolitans ' scaped ! Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal . [ aside . ] These be fine things , an if they be not sprites ...
... fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapolitans ' scaped ! Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal . [ aside . ] These be fine things , an if they be not sprites ...
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... fear . When we were boys , Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hang- ing at them Wallets of flesh ; or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we ...
... fear . When we were boys , Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hang- ing at them Wallets of flesh ; or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we ...
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Page 30 - 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.
Page 70 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have required 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.
Page 148 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Page 52 - 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 sometime 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.
Page 57 - 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...
Page 222 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Page 225 - I pray thee, give it me. I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Page 104 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 264 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Page 70 - The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason...