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Página 14 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back...
Página 14 - twixt the green sea and the azured 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-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.
Página 15 - That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Página 11 - Shakspeare, that, take him for all in all, we shall not look upon his like again.
Página 15 - I foretold, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.