 Heaven o'er my head seems made of molten brass, The earth of flaming sulphur, yet I am not mad. I am acquainted with sad misery As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar; Necessity makes me suffer constantly, And custom makes it easy.  Blackwood's Magazine - Pagina 2611832Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | John Addington Symonds - 1904 - 580 pagina’s
...The heavens o'er my head seem made of molten brass, The earth of flaming sulphur ; yet I ana not mad. I am acquainted with sad misery, As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar: Necessity makes me suffer constantly, And custom makes it easy. Extravagant passions, the love of love,... | |
 | Mary Elizabeth Coleridge, Edith Helen Sichel - 1910 - 366 pagina’s
...Th' heaven o'er my head seems made of molten brass, The earth of flaming sulphur, yet I am not mad : I am acquainted with sad misery, As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar ; Necessity makes me suffer constantly, And custom makes it easy. Who do I look like now ? CAR. Like... | |
 | William Archer - 1923 - 412 pagina’s
...The heaven o'er my head seems made of molten brass, The earth of flaming sulphur, yet I am not mad. I am acquainted with sad misery As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar. That Webster was a poet no one denies; and yet this same poet, on the next page, treats us to the following... | |
 | Felix Emmanuel Schelling - 1926 - 840 pagina’s
...Th' heaven o'er my head seems made of molten brass, The earth of flaming sulphur, yet I am not mad. I am acquainted with sad misery, As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar; Necessity makes me suffer constantly, And custom makes it easy. Who do I look like now? ao Can. Like... | |
 | Thomas Rist - 2008 - 188 pagina’s
...Thus, having risked and given her life to avoid a widowhood, the Duchess ironically ends up a mourner: 'acquainted with sad misery, / As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar' (IV.ii.27-8); and, more notably still, 'like some reverend monument l Whose ruins are ever pitied'... | |
 | Edwin Markham - 1927 - 388 pagina’s
...heaven over my head seems made of molten brass, The earth of flaming sulphur, yet I am not mad. 1042 I am acquainted with sad misery, As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar: Necessity makes me suffer constantly, And custom makes it easy. The Shrouding of the 'Duchess of HARK!... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1883 - 482 pagina’s
...The heaven o'er my head seems made of molten brass, The earth of flaming sulphur, yet 1 am not mad. I am acquainted with sad misery As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar ; Necessity makes me suffer constantly, And custom makes it easy. Who do I look like now ? Cari. Like... | |
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