 | Michael Chanan - 2004 - 564 str.
...Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. (Act 1, scene 3) Perhaps there is even an intimation in his last play,... | |
 | Hans J. Petermann - 2004 - 608 str.
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 | Paula Harms Payne - 2004 - 178 str.
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 | Michele Marrapodi - 2004 - 292 str.
...quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven It was my hint to speak - such was my process And of the cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. (1.3.141-6)35 Othello's conclusion ('She loved me for the dangers I had... | |
 | James R. Keller, Leslie Stratyner - 2014 - 208 str.
...rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak — such was my process— And of the cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline [I. iii. 138-145].... | |
 | Germán Arciniegas - 2004 - 474 str.
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 | Henry Gee - 2004 - 300 str.
...his own adventures in faraway places, in which he met an assortment of real and mythical beings: of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. Parallelling the bestiaries were catalogues of human and animal monstrosities... | |
 | Sid Ray - 2004 - 240 str.
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 | William Shakespeare, Steven Croft - 2004 - 212 str.
...rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, 1 40 It was my hint to speak - such was my process And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Grew beneath their shoulders. These things to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline; 145 But still... | |
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And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and... 
