 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 202 страница
...fascination and seeming dereliction from Roman duty when he describes Cleopatra and Antony's first meeting: The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned...stroke and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggared all description. She did lie In... | |
 | Michelle Lee - 1999 - 508 страница
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 | Robert S. Miola - 2000 - 206 страница
...Shakespeare's repetition of words and phrases from other writers. Witness Enobarbus' description of Cleopatra: The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne Burned...stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggared all description. She did lie In... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 60 страница
...determined to dazzle him. She did; and Enobarbus here dazzles his Roman listeners with his account. The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned...stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggared all description: she did lie In... | |
 | Simon Sebag Montefiore - 2001 - 692 страница
...luxurious fleet ever seen on a great river. CLEOPATRA The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water, the poop was beaten gold, Purple the...stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description . . . William... | |
 | David Paroissien - 2000 - 536 страница
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 | Rosemary Manning - 2000 - 196 страница
...began Chief, 'I wonder if I can remember it ... "The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the...stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description ..." ' Her senses... | |
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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... 
