Stormurinn: sjónleikur, Tập 1-2Sigm. Guðmundsson, 1885 |
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afleiðsla Afsíðis Alon Alonso annað Antonio Ariel Caliban Ceres dost eiginl eiginlega eintala enda Englendingar enska Enter father Ferd Ferdinand forn-fr framm fyrst fær föður Fönix galdur give gjöra gjörir gjört Gonz Gonzalo good hafi hana hath hefði hefi hefir hið hinn ísl Juno kemur king know komið látið leikhús leitt líka lord made maður make mannæta master málfræðingar miðaldarlat Milan minn Miranda monster mynd nafn nafnið Naples Neapel never orð orðið orðsins Pros Prosp Prospero SCENE Sebastian segja sér Shakspere sink sinni skrímsli sleep speak spirit standa Steph Stephano strange Stratford Sycorax take Talmud thee thou thou hast time tíma Trin Trinc Trinculo Tunis uppruni úr forn-fr úr lat varð verði verið véfrétt vér væri yður þál þegar þeir þessa þessu þér þið þig þinn þó því þýði þýðingin þýðingu þýðingunni þýðir ætla öllum
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Trang 75 - 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 'em forth By my so potent art.
Trang 76 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Trang 56 - 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 again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Trang 70 - A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick ; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost ; And as with age his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers.
Trang 75 - Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
Trang 32 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.
Trang 12 - Know thus far forth. — By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now, my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes "Will ever after droop.
Trang 21 - Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the earth ? It sounds no more: — and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather: — But 'tis gone.
Trang 12 - I'd divide And burn in many places ; on the topmast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O...
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