5 résultats pour "tempest"

• Excerpt from The Tempest - anthology.

  When he comes back; you demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the green, sour ringlets make,Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastimeIs to make midnight mushrumps, that rejoiceTo hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid—Weak masters though ye be—I have bedimmedThe noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vaultSet roaring war; to the dread rattling thunderHave I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oakWith his own bolt; the strong-based promontoryHave I m...

• Epilogue to The Tempest - anthology.

• critical commentary on of Act 1, Scene 2 of The Tempest

  Critical Commentary At the beginning of Act 1, Scene 2 of The Tempest, we have two characters: Prospero and his daughter Miranda. We understand that the scene is during the same time as Act 1, during the storm. Miranda and Prospero watch the storm far away. There are spectators of the Tempest, and Miranda is sad for the poor people on the ship who are in the middle of the storm. We will see that the relationship between Prospero and Miranda is an important value in the scene for understan...

• Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe - anthology.

  Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door—Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,With such name as “Nevermore.” But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke onlyThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before—On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, “Nevermo...

• Excerpt from King Lear - anthology.

  Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretchThat hast within thee undivulgéd crimesUnwhipped of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand,Thou perjured, and thou simular of virtueThat art incestuous. Caitiff, to pieces shake,That under covert and convenient seemingHas practised on man’s life. Close pent-up guilts,Rive your concealing continents, and cryThese dreadful summoners grace. I am a manMore sinned against than sinning. KENT. Alack, bare-headed?Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;Som...