 | Savannah Raines - 2002 - 436 pągines
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 | G. Wilson Knight - 2002 - 360 pągines
...that masquerades as man. Witness the poetry of Caliban's speech, compared with Stephano's : Caliban. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds...twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in... | |
 | Cynthia James - 2002 - 134 pągines
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 | W. H. Auden - 2002 - 398 pągines
..."O, forgive me my sins!" (HI.ii.139). Caliban, on the other hand, is capable of hearing the music: Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds...twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then, in... | |
 | Jeanne Safer - 2002 - 224 pągines
...and Miranda's assumptions about him. Caliban speaks some of the most intoxicating poetry in the play: Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises, Sounds,...twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,... | |
 | Rudolf Mrįzek - 2002 - 311 pągines
...Wertheims' neighbors "at attention" think they were facing? And what did they believe they heard? The Voice Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises, Sounds,...twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices. . . . — Ch. van der Plas, the governor of East Java, in 1941 quoting The Tempest*... | |
 | Germaine Greer - 2002 - 168 pągines
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 | William Shakespeare, Dr. Barbara A. Mowat, Paul Werstine - 2002 - 272 pągines
...— I defy thee! — Mercy upon us. 145 CALIBAN Art thou afeard? STEPHANO No, monster, not I. CALIBAN Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds...hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments 150 Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will... | |
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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 sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep... 
