 Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high: — I'll look no more; Lest my brain turn, and...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 3691817Full view - About this book
 | Jonathan Goldberg - 2003 - 398 pages
...her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge That on th' unnumb'red idle pebble chafes Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,...turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong. (4.6.11-24) These lines begin ren lines into a scene in which the information given is, at best, ambiguous,... | |
 | Grace Ioppolo - 2003 - 192 pages
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 | Grace Ioppolo - 2003 - 192 pages
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 | Grace Ioppolo - 2003 - 208 pages
...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, Lest my brain turn and the deficient sight Topple down headlong. GLOUCESTER Set me where you stand. EDGAR Give me your hand. You are now within a foot Of th'extreme... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Paul Werstine - 2011 - 387 pages
...Methinks he seems no bigger than his head. The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice. . . . I'll look no more Lest my brain turn and the deficient sight Topple down headlong. (4.6.15-29) In fact, they are nowhere near the cliff. Edgar is deceiving his father, leading him through... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 pages
...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,...turn and the deficient sight Topple down headlong. Set me where you stand. Give me your hand. You are now within a foot Of th'extreme verge. For all beneath... | |
 | Colin Butler - 2005 - 217 pages
...her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, That on th' unnumb'red idle pebble chafes, Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,...turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong. GLOUCESTER: Set me where you stand. EDGAR: Give me your hand. You are now within a foot Of th' extreme... | |
 | Lucy Newlyn - 2005 - 188 pages
...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;...turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong. William Shakespeare Census of the Russet-pates William Shakespeare (as everyone knows) would use a... | |
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