 | Alvin B. Kernan - 1997 - 294 pàgines
...invokes with eerie memories the entire Shakespearean oeuvre: I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea...cedar. Graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. (5.1.41) In the play, Prospero's magic is the magic of... | |
 | Bryan Crockett - 1995 - 240 pàgines
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 | Nicholas Royle - 1995 - 200 pàgines
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 | Michael Magoulias - 1996 - 446 pàgines
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 | Steve Mitchell - 1996 - 276 pàgines
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 | Penelope Trevor - 1996 - 172 pàgines
...rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-based promontory Have I made shake: and by the spurs pluck'd...up The pine and cedar: graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let them forth By my so potent art.' Her father is a magic man. School... | |
 | Robert S. Miola - 1997 - 600 pàgines
.../ Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's | stout oak - . / / I With his | own bolt; the strong-base'd promontory , \ / Have I made shake, and by the spurs...cedar. Graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my | so po tent art.... (Tempest, 5.1.41-50) Sentences overflow line endings,... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1998 - 772 pàgines
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 | John Jay Chapman - 1998 - 244 pàgines
...the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimmed The noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea...pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers; oped and let them forth By my so potent art." Shakespeare borrowed this speech... | |
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twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves... 
