 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1844 - Počet stránok 600
...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,...upon me, that when I wak'd I cry'd to dream again. Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. Col. When Prospero... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Počet stránok 760
...hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voice*. x™ Go with me to a notary, seal me there Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me. where I shall have my music for nothing. Cal. When Prospero... | |
 | 1849 - Počet stránok 606
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 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - Počet stránok 500
...afeard 1 Ste. No, monster, not I. Cal. Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a...upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cry'd to dream again. Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. Cal. When Prospero... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - Počet stránok 928
...afeard? Ste. No, monster, not I. Cal Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet ich I with some unwillingness pronounce: The fly-slow hou Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. Cal. When Prospero... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - Počet stránok 552
...Stephano. No, monster, not I. Caliban. Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a...upon me; that, when I wak'd, I cry'd to dream again. Stephano. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my musick for nothing. Caliban.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - Počet stránok 608
...air Is delicate. 15 — i. 6. 121. An enchanted isle. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a...in dreaming, The clouds, methought, would open and shew riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cry'd to dream again. 1 — iii. 2. 122.... | |
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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... 
