 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
 | William Shakespeare - 1988 - Počet stránok 228
...pitch, But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, 5 Dashes the fire out . 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. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they... | |
 | Charles Martindale - 1990 - Počet stránok 340
...is far removed from that of Shakespeare's Miranda in similar circumstances: , , O! I have suffered With those that I saw suffer. A brave vessel (Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her) Dash'd all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls, they... | |
 | Herbert R. Kohl - 1988 - Počet stránok 148
...roar" had become "you have caused this storm" and The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek Dashes the fire out disappears altogether. ("Welkin", according to the Oxford English Dictionary, means "the apparent arch... | |
 | 1994 - Počet stránok 1952
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 | Andrew Lemon - 1995 - Počet stránok 210
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 | Antoinette Line - 1997 - Počet stránok 70
...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. 0, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - Počet stránok 76
...to worry. No one had been harmed or hurt. The storm was part of a plan. MIRANDA: 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. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Prospero took off... | |
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