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... Prospero is a magician , by the very first words which his daughter Miranda speaks to him : If by your art , my ... Prospero's power . The manner in which he was driven from his duke- dom of Milan , and landed afterwards on this solitary ...
... Prospero is a magician , by the very first words which his daughter Miranda speaks to him : If by your art , my ... Prospero's power . The manner in which he was driven from his duke- dom of Milan , and landed afterwards on this solitary ...
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... Prospero has bedimmed the sun at noontide , And ' twixt the green sea and the azured vault , Set roaring war ; has a set of ideas and images peculiar to his station and office : a beauty of the same kind with that which is so justly ...
... Prospero has bedimmed the sun at noontide , And ' twixt the green sea and the azured vault , Set roaring war ; has a set of ideas and images peculiar to his station and office : a beauty of the same kind with that which is so justly ...
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... character of Ariel , by making a moral use of it that is , I think , incomparable , and the greatest VOL . XXI . C effort of his art . Ariel informs Prospero , that No. 93 . 13 ADVENTURER . Letters of Advice to the Author MOORE.
... character of Ariel , by making a moral use of it that is , I think , incomparable , and the greatest VOL . XXI . C effort of his art . Ariel informs Prospero , that No. 93 . 13 ADVENTURER . Letters of Advice to the Author MOORE.
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... Prospero answers , - Dost thou think so , Spirit ? Ariel . Mine would , Sir , were I human . Prospero . And mine shall . He then takes occasion , with wonderful dexterity and humanity , to draw an argument from the incor- poreality of ...
... Prospero answers , - Dost thou think so , Spirit ? Ariel . Mine would , Sir , were I human . Prospero . And mine shall . He then takes occasion , with wonderful dexterity and humanity , to draw an argument from the incor- poreality of ...
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... Prospero , and Miranda , whom he had endeavoured to defile ; and his execra- tions are artfully contrived to have reference to the occupation of his mother : As wicked dew , as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from ...
... Prospero , and Miranda , whom he had endeavoured to defile ; and his execra- tions are artfully contrived to have reference to the occupation of his mother : As wicked dew , as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from ...
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Page 25 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Page 7 - 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 sometimes 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 129 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Page 26 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 168 - No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Page 115 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Page 127 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Page 167 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Page 52 - In the midst of the street of it and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month ; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Page 7 - em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?