 The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water,...  King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts - Page 3by William Shakespeare - 1808 - 78 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Lawrence Rainey - 2005 - 1216 pages
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 | Frederick William Sternfeld - 2005 - 392 pages
...beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and...beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. . . . There is a similar musical economy in Shakespeare's treatment 1 Kittredge SP 880 and 943 ; NS... | |
 | Colin Butler - 2005 - 217 pages
...beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and...beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. . . . (2.2) Enobarbus's sumptuous tableau vivant is an accumulation of color, sensuousness, wealth,... | |
 | Paul Stapfer - 2006 - 496 pages
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 | Timothy Morton - 2006 - 304 pages
...beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and...beggar'd all description. She did lie In her pavilion, cloth-of-gold, of tissue, O'erpicturing that Venus where we see The fancy out-work nature. On each... | |
 | Icon Reference - 2006 - 200 pages
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 | Icon Reference - 2006 - 200 pages
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 | Philip Freund - 2006 - 976 pages
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 | Marvin Rosenberg, Mary Rosenberg - 2006 - 628 pages
...sails!— the royal color — and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them! the oars were silver! Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and...faster, As amorous of their strokes! For her own person — Enobarbus has earned an audience laugh here, by failing to find words enough, and letting his audience... | |
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