| John Thelwall - Biography & Autobiography - 2001 - 464 pages
...muse of Shakespeare took from the airy brow, and afterwards from the terrific base, of Dover cliffs. "How fearful "And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low? "The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, "Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down "Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful... | |
| Peter Quennell, Hamish Johnson - Literary Criticism - 2002 - 246 pages
...transforms his father's suicidal despair into hope. He creates a steep cliff for his blind father : . . . How fearful And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce as gross as beetles; half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful... | |
| Jennifer Mulherin, Abigail Frost - Drama - 2001 - 36 pages
...friendly stranger helps him up, exclaiming about his miraculous survival. The stranger A fearful precipice How fearful And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles; halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful... | |
| Maria M. Delgado, Caridad Svich - Literary Criticism - 2002 - 290 pages
...language to depend on, creates such a visibly rich tapestry for blind man and audience alike. EDGAR: Come on, sir; here's the place. Stand still. How fearful...one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles. Halfway down Hangs one that gathers sampire - dreadful... | |
| Kenneth Muir - Drama - 2002 - 240 pages
...the stage the greatest passage of scene setting in Shakespeare and possibly in all literature: Edgar. Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful...one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles; half way down Hangs one that gathers samp ire, dreadful... | |
| Claire McEachern - Drama - 2002 - 310 pages
...scene with language that encourages the blind Gloucester to imagine he stands on a high precipice: 98 How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles. The murmuring surge, That on the unnumbered idle pebble... | |
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