To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me, Do it again by me, the lost Aspatia ; And you shall find all true but the wild island. Suppose I stand upon the sea-beach now... The British drama - Page 10by British drama - 1804Full view - About this book
| B. C. Southam - 1996 - 292 pages
...//. iā8: these lines echo Aspatia's instructions, particularly her words preceding the Epigraph: Suppose I stand upon the sea-beach now, Mine arms...thus, and mine hair blown with the wind, Wild as that desert . . . 'This is a pastiche of Jacobean verse, too skillful to be taken only as parody and too... | |
| Andrew Sanders - 1996 - 736 pages
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| Martin Wiggins - 1998 - 484 pages
...not dull and pale enough 50 To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me,0 Do it again, by me, the lost Aspatia, And you shall find all true but the wild island.0 Suppose I stand upon the sea beach now, 53 Mine arms thus, and mine hair blown with the wind,... | |
| Peter Klappert - 2000 - 188 pages
...it here, Antiphila .... These colors are not dull and pale enough To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me, Do it again by me .... Strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless;... | |
| Mihoko Suzuki - 2003 - 360 pages
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| 2004 - 380 pages
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| 2004 - 380 pages
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| Peter George Patmore - 1844 - 298 pages
...much mistaken, wench : These colours are not dull and pale enough To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me ā Do it again,...sea-beach now, Mine arms thus, and mine hair blown by the wind ; Wild as that desert ; and let all about me Tell that I am forsaken. Do my face (If thou... | |
| 1871 - 498 pages
...and knew the value of fanciful accessaries. Aspatia thinks the face of Ariadne not sad enough : ā " Do it by me, Do it again by me, the lost Aspatia,...I stand upon the seabeach now, Mine arms thus, and my hair blown with the wind, Wild as that desert ; and let all about me Be teachers of my story. Do... | |
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