 | Frederick Marryat - 2005 - 700 sider
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 | Ian Harrison - 2005 - 284 sider
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 | Scott McCrea - 2005 - 310 sider
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 | Stephen Weir - 2005 - 264 sider
...but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold, purple the...as amorous of their strokes. For her own person, it beggar'd all description. — Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra MARC ANTONY Isn't it odd that Cleopatra,... | |
 | Meg Harris Williams - 2005 - 278 sider
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 | Colin Butler - 2005 - 217 sider
...prelude to Antony's first meeting with Cleopatra: The barge she sat in, like a burnish 'd throne, Burnt on the water. The poop was beaten gold, Purple the...beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. . . . (2.2) Enobarbus's sumptuous tableau vivant is an accumulation of color, sensuousness, wealth,... | |
 | Frederick William Sternfeld - 2005 - 392 sider
...rather closely, has reduced the band to a single family of instruments, the amorous flute (Il.ii) : The poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so...beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. . . . There is a similar musical economy in Shakespeare's treatment 1 Kittredge SP 880 and 943 ; NS... | |
 | Icon Reference - 2006 - 200 sider
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 | Timothy Morton - 2006 - 304 sider
...and overpowering on the flowing and erotic: The barge she sat in, like a burnish 'd throne, Burn'd on the water. The poop was beaten gold; Purple the...As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description. She did lie In her pavilion, cloth-of-gold, of tissue, O'erpicturing that... | |
 | Paul Stapfer - 2006 - 496 sider
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The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water... 
