by: Cowper
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quiet over-canopied with lusious woodbin, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight...
by: Leighton
"Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face? You are now out of you text: but we will draw the curtain and show you the picture. Look you, sir, such a one I was this present. is't not well done?"
by: Smike
by:Pettie
by: John William Waterhouse
If by you art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, alley them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel Who had no doubt some noble creature in her Dased all to peices! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished! Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere It should the good ship so have swallowed and The fraughting souls within her.
Measure for Measure
Tempest