Caliban: the Missing Link, Volume 73Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 274 páginas |
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... thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here , How thou camest here thou mayst .'- The Tempest . T is a pleasant fancy , due to the poet Campbell , that ' The Tempest ' of Shakespeare ...
... thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here , How thou camest here thou mayst .'- The Tempest . T is a pleasant fancy , due to the poet Campbell , that ' The Tempest ' of Shakespeare ...
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... thou dost talk nothing to me . Gon . I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen , who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing . ' But when we have ...
... thou dost talk nothing to me . Gon . I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen , who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing . ' But when we have ...
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... Thou call'd'st me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still - vex'd Bermoothes . ' The island , therefore , is not farther , at any rate , from the Bermudas , than from Naples or Milan ; and though the dispersed fleet is once more ...
... Thou call'd'st me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still - vex'd Bermoothes . ' The island , therefore , is not farther , at any rate , from the Bermudas , than from Naples or Milan ; and though the dispersed fleet is once more ...
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... Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he , Having seen but him and Caliban ; foolish wench ! To the most of men this is a Caliban , And they to him are angels . ' But she only replies- ' My affections Are then most THE TEMPEST . 59.
... Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he , Having seen but him and Caliban ; foolish wench ! To the most of men this is a Caliban , And they to him are angels . ' But she only replies- ' My affections Are then most THE TEMPEST . 59.
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... thou report'st thyself , ' is accordingly the form in which Prospero alludes to Sycorax and all else that pertained to those prehistoric island - times before he set foot there . Sufficient for us , therefore , is it , that the Duke of ...
... thou report'st thyself , ' is accordingly the form in which Prospero alludes to Sycorax and all else that pertained to those prehistoric island - times before he set foot there . Sufficient for us , therefore , is it , that the Duke of ...
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airy animal Ariel assumed belief brain brute Caliban Cambridge century chapters charm chimpanzee cloth College comedy conceive conjectural creation creature critical Crown 8vo death doubt drama Dryden duke earth editors ELEMENTARY TREATISE elements embodied emendations English peasant evolution Examples existence fairy faith fancy father Fcap genius ghost gorilla hath Hermia human idea ideal illustrate imagination instincts island Joseph Hunter Julius Cæsar Lectures less lubber fiend means mental Midsummer Night's Dream mind Miranda modern monster moral nature Nick Bottom night Oberon original philosophy physical play poet poet's present Professor progenitor Prospero Puck quartos Queen Query reading realise reason recognise savage says scene scientific second folio seems sense Setebos Shakespeare soul spirit stage strange student suggested supernatural Sycorax Tempest thee theory Theseus thing thou thought tion Titania Trinculo true University verse volume whole wholly word
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Página 77 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro.
Página 181 - I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O...
Página 87 - 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 wak'd 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 wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Página 252 - We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart, Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one...
Página 188 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Página 108 - Nay, but O man, who art thou that repliest against God ? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus...
Página 84 - 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...
Página 68 - 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. Such tricks hath strong imagination...
Página 86 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst 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 show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Página 171 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.