 Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love....  The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes - Page 441by William Shakespeare - 1733Full view - About this book
 | Frances A. Shirley - Literary Criticism - 2005 - 192 pages
...One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. . . . Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell! . . . my bloody thoughts, with violent pace. Shall ne'er...Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. He kneels. Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words.... | |
 | Syd Pritchard - Humor - 2005 - 147 pages
...compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er...Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. [Othello III iii 456] A charitable afterthought Love thyself last, Cherish those hearts that hate thee.... | |
 | John Pemble - Performing Arts - 2005 - 270 pages
...compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace, Shall ne'er...Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. In the classical French alexandrine the meaning is contained by the versification. It is regularly... | |
 | John Russell Brown - Literary Criticism - 2005 - 272 pages
...compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er...Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. (III.iii.457-64) In the speech just quoted, the relation of the similar parts allows us to feel word... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 2005 - 896 pages
...compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, 460 Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence... | |
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