 | William Shakespeare - Poetry - 1995 - 136 pages
...upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge And in the visitation of the winds,...Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamor in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1996 - 1290 pages
...upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds,...Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery shrouds, Tliat, with the hurly, death itself awakes? — Clanr.y... | |
 | Harry Berger, Peter Erickson - Literary Criticism - 1997 - 532 pages
...upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge And in the visitation of the winds,...Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafing clamor in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself wakes? Canst thou, O partial... | |
 | Robert Nye - Fiction - 1999 - 428 pages
...upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds,...their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf'ning clamour in the slippery shrouds . . ' My dears, you don't write stuff like that if your only experience... | |
 | Orson Welles - Drama - 2001 - 342 pages
...upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge And in the visitation of the winds....Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds. That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O... | |
 | G. Wilsin Knight - Drama - 2002 - 368 pages
...upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship boy's eyes and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds,...Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O... | |
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Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them... 
