Shakespeare's Play of The Tempest

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John K. Chapman and Company, 1857 - 69 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 63 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
الصفحة 63 - Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war...
الصفحة 23 - 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...
الصفحة 22 - This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou eamest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And shew'd thee all the qualities o...
الصفحة 63 - Some heavenly music , (which even" now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 55 - Earth's increase, foison" plenty, Barns and garners never empty, Vines with clustering bunches growing, Plants with goodly burden bowing. Spring come to you at the farthest In the very end of harvest ! Scarcity and want shall shun you; Ceres
الصفحة 49 - 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...
الصفحة 67 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros. 'Tis new to thee.

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