 If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.  Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona - Strana 8podľa William Shakespeare - 1788Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Joshua Whatmough - 1956 - Počet stránok 320
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 | Stanley Wells - 1995 - Počet stránok 424
...story-teller could desire. She is all sympathy and eagerness to believe the best: O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dashed all to pieces! (1.2.5-8) Her first sight of Alonso's son, Ferdinand, arouses... | |
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