 Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...  The Sale-room - Pàgina 301817Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Jeffrey Masten, Wendy Wall - 1999 - 318 pàgines
...head. The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice, and yon tall anchoring barque Diminished to her cock, her cock a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge That on th' unnumbered idle pebble chafes Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more, Lest my brain turn and... | |
 | Christopher Pye - 2000 - 220 pàgines
...head. The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark Diminish'd to her cock, her cock a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, That on th'unnumber'd idle pebble chafes, Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more, Lest my brain turn, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 334 pàgines
...frightening The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice, and yon tall anchoring barque Diminished to her cock, her cock a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge 20 That on the unnumbered idle pebble chafes Cannot be heard, it's so high. I'll look no more, Let... | |
 | Daniel Fischlin, Mark Fortier - 2000 - 330 pàgines
...Fisher-men that walk upon the Beach Appear like Mice, and yon tall Anch'ring Barque Seems lessen'd to her Cock, her Cock a Buoy Almost too small for Sight; the murmuring Surge Cannot be heard so high, I'll look no more Lest my Brain turn, and the disorder make me Tumble down... | |
 | John Thelwall - 2001 - 464 pàgines
..."The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, "Appear like mice; and yon tall anchoring bark "Diminish'd to her cock; her cock a buoy "Almost too small for...The murmuring surge, "That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chases, "Cannot be heard so high. — I'll look no more; "Lest my brain turn, and the deficient... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 148 pàgines
...head. The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark Diminish 'd to her cock, her cock a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, That on th'unnumber'd idle pebble chafes, Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more, Lest my brain turn, and... | |
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