Figurative Language – The Tempest – Flashcards
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...he was the ivy which had hid my princely trunk and sucked my vendure out on 't.
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To cry to th' sea that roared to us; to sigh to th' winds, whise pity, sighing back again, did us but loving wrong.
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Bow, wow! The watchdogs bark. Bow, wow!
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Thou shalt be as free as mountain winds; but then exactly do all points of my command.
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He receives comfort like cold porridge.
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Look, he's winding up by the watch of his wit; and by it will strike.
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Temperance was a delicate wench.
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It's foul weather in all of us, good sir, when you are cloudy.
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For all the rest, they'll take suggestion as a cat lap milk.
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...sometimes am I all wound up with adders, who with cloven tongues do hiss me into madness.
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Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about my ears.
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He is drowned whom thus w stray to find; and the sea mocks our frustrate search on land.
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Methoughts the billows spoke and told me of it; the winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, that deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced the name of Prosper.
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Their great guilt, like poison given to work after a long time, now 'gins to bite their spirits.
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The white cold virgin snow upon my heart abates the ardor of my liver.
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Then I beat my tabor; at which like unpacked colts they pricked their ears, advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses as they smelt the music.
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My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and time goes upright with his carriage.
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His tears runs down his beard like winter's drops from eaves of reeds.
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The charm dissolves apace; and as the morning steals upon night, melting into darkness, so their rising senses begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle their clearer reason.
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Irreparable is the loss, and patience says it is past her cure.
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