The Creative Reader: An Anthology of Fiction, Drama, Poetry |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 3 z 63.
Strana 392
CRE CREON . And the City proposes to teach me how to rule ? HAIMON . Ah . Who is it that's talking like a boy now ? CREON . My voice is the one voice giving orders in this City ! It is no City if it takes orders from one voice .
CRE CREON . And the City proposes to teach me how to rule ? HAIMON . Ah . Who is it that's talking like a boy now ? CREON . My voice is the one voice giving orders in this City ! It is no City if it takes orders from one voice .
Strana 436
436 DRAMA ANOUILH : ANTI CREON . Because it's my order . ANTIGONE . Oh , no , Ismene ! You had your cha night , creeping on your hands and knees . Y earth with your nails , as I did ; to get yourse ANTIGONE . The order of a coward King ...
436 DRAMA ANOUILH : ANTI CREON . Because it's my order . ANTIGONE . Oh , no , Ismene ! You had your cha night , creeping on your hands and knees . Y earth with your nails , as I did ; to get yourse ANTIGONE . The order of a coward King ...
Strana 437
You hear that , Creon ? ( She turns round toward CREON . ) The thing is Catching ! Who knows but that lots of people will catch the disease from me ! What are you waiting for ? Call in your guards ! Come on , Creon !
You hear that , Creon ? ( She turns round toward CREON . ) The thing is Catching ! Who knows but that lots of people will catch the disease from me ! What are you waiting for ? Call in your guards ! Come on , Creon !
Čo hovoria ostatní - Napísať recenziu
Na obvyklých miestach sme nenašli žiadne recenzie.
Obsah
GUY DE MAUPASSANT | 13 |
COLETTE AUDRY | 26 |
JOSEPH CONRAD | 34 |
Autorské práva | |
71 zvyšných častí nezobrazených
Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky
Časté výrazy a frázy
ANTIGONE appeared arms asked Billy body bring Budd called Captain CLAGGART close cold comes course CREON dark dead death don't door EKDAL Enter eyes face father feel felt fire followed GINA give GREGERS GUARD hand head hear heard heart HEDVIG HIALMAR hold hour JENKINS keep kind king leave less light live looked matter mean mind morning mother moved nature never night officer once passed perhaps play poem poet poetry poor PROSPERO remember round seemed seen ship side silence soul sound speak stand stood story strange sure talk tell thee thing thou thought took turned VERE voice walk watch whole wild wind young