 | Jonathan Westphal, Carl Avren Levenson - 1993 - 264 pàgines
...heavens which are, however, quite different. Notice: This most excellent canopy, die air, look you; diis brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof...thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. And this: And that inverted bowl they call the sky Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die,... | |
 | A. David Moody - 1994 - 412 pàgines
...earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave 294 o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted...the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? In the dizzying play of wit in the first sentence - a vision of the universe,... | |
 | A. David Moody - 1994 - 412 pàgines
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 | Edward Warren - 1994 - 102 pàgines
...firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What...the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Shakespeare, Hamlet Act II, Scene II The question is posed brilliantly by Hamlet,... | |
 | Homer, George Chapman - 1998 - 650 pàgines
...measured by his closing off of that universe that was beckoning others to mingle with its constellations: This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this...the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? 'See, for instance, Ennis Rees, The Tragedies of George Chapman (Harvard, 1954).... | |
 | James Rodger Fleming - 1998 - 209 pàgines
...Twentieth Century 107 Historical Perspectives on Climate Change Introduction Apprehending Climate Change This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this...pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable!... | |
 | Jean Battlo - 1999 - 76 pàgines
...this brave o'erchanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire - why it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation...world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me, what a quintessence of dust? HATTIE. Damn. LAUREN. (Deep sigh.) Yeah, Hattie, Damn! But what are you going... | |
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I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air,... 
