| John Webster, Alexander Dyce - 1830 - 398 páginas
...Only a happier silence did betide them : She hath no faults, who hath the art to hide them. VIT. COR. My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. FLAM. Then cast anchor. Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, shew white,... | |
| John Webster, Alexander Dyce - 1830 - 384 páginas
...Only a happier silence did betide them : She hath no faults, who hath the art to hide them. VIT. COR. My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. FLAM. Then cast anchor. Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, shew white,... | |
| John Webster - 1857 - 294 páginas
...vicious, Only a happier silence did betide them : She hath no faults, who hath the art to hide them. Vit. My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. Flam. Then cast anchor. Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear ; But seas do laugh, shew white,... | |
| John Webster, Alexander Dyce - 1859 - 424 páginas
...Only a happier silence did betide them : She hath no faults who hath the art to hide them. Vit. Cor. My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. Flam. Then cast anchor. Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, show white,... | |
| Alexander Andrews - 1859 - 644 páginas
...love thee now: if woman do breed man, She ought to teach him manhood: fare thee well. . . . VIT.COR. My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither FLAM. Then cast anchor. Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, show white,... | |
| elder smith - 1865 - 800 páginas
...fire from hell To light theo thither. With the same terrible energy Vittoria Corombona exclaims : — My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. Yet, though death seemed so terrible, their dauntless courage and strong nerves enabled these fierce... | |
| George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray - 1865 - 1014 páginas
...hell To light thce thither. With the same terrible energy Vittoria Corombona exclaims : — My '"I, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. Yet. though death seemed so terrible, their dauntless courage and strong nerves enabled these fierce... | |
| 1874 - 834 páginas
...queen again. Pale and stern and beautiful she dies, with the words of wonderful despair on her lips : My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither ! Very different is Flamineo's death ; he, too, has no cowardly shrinking, he is stolid as ever, and... | |
| Sir Adolphus William Ward - 1875 - 658 páginas
...is in itself simple and sym1 How fine, on the other hand, is her preceding exclamation of horror: ' My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither.' It is thus that this mysterious woman seems to pass away from us, rather than with her subsequent words... | |
| Edmund Gosse - 1883 - 332 páginas
...queen again. Pale and stern and beautiful she dies, with the words of wonderful despair on her lips : " My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither ! " Very different is Flamineo's death ; he, too, has no cowardly shrinking, he is stolid as ever,... | |
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