 | University of Calcutta - 1915 - 794 str.
...curfew ; by whose aid , — Weak masters though ye be — I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd foith the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the...strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers : op'd, and let them... | |
 | Horace James Bridges - 1916 - 328 str.
...structure of the sentence which the grammarians call " anacoluthon." Effects of Shakespeare's magic. Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With...: graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd... | |
 | Arthur Brisbane - 1923 - 236 str.
...that imagination alone can do, in poetry, in music, or in the wonderful works of science itself — "I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide Sun, call'd forth...Cedar. Graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent Art." Readers, old or young, be workers, for the daily work... | |
 | ARTHUR BRISBANE - 1923 - 290 str.
...in poetry, in music, or in the wonderful works of science itself— "I have be-dimm'd The noon-t?de Sun, call'd forth the mutinous Winds, And 'twixt the...strong-bas'd Promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The Pine and Cedar. Graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd, and let 'em forth... | |
 | Thomas Holcroft, William Hazlitt - 1925 - 410 str.
...describes it : "... I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twist the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them... | |
 | Mark Van Doren - 1934 - 1382 str.
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I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory... 
