 | Lisa Russ Spaar - Poetry - 1999 - 212 pages
...sound of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell?...the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, r 34 Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamor in the slippery clouds, That,... | |
 | Robert Nye - Fiction - 1999 - 428 pages
...He would quote in support of it the King's sea-sickened invocation of Sleep in Part 2 of Henry IV: Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the...ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf'ning clamour in the slippery shrouds . . ' My dears, you don't write... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 2000 - 180 pages
...is O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch i? A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell? Wilt thou upon...mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains 20 In cradle of the rude imperious surge And in the visitation of the winds, 22 Who take the ruffian... | |
 | Orson Welles - Drama - 2001 - 342 pages
...canopies of costly state, 232 Orson Welles on Shakespeare And lulled with sound of sweetest melody? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the...ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds. That, with the hurly, death itself... | |
 | William Kloefkorn - Biography & Autobiography - 2001 - 170 pages
...judged. He quotes lines from Shakespeare and Milton and others as examples. From Shakespeare's Henry IV: Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the...his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. . . . Again from Shakespeare— Hamlet's dying request to Horatio: Ifthou didst ever hold me in thy... | |
 | George Wilson Knight - Drama - 1958 - 336 pages
...chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome...ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death... | |
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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... 
