 With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, Though women all above: But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption;...  Memoirs of a Life, Chiefly Passed in Pennsylvania, Within the Last Sixty ... - Page 333by Alexander Graydon - 1811 - 378 pagesFull view - About this book
 | L. C. Knights - Literary Criticism - 1979 - 326 pages
...condemn. And what is held in tension is not only two senses but two basic attitudes — utter revulsion ('Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, To sweeten my imagination'), on the one hand: on the other an unconditional and unquestioning charity, of the kind that had allowed... | |
 | Peter Hasenberg - Literary Criticism - 1981 - 396 pages
...erscheint aber nicht mehr als eine inszenierte Welt, die Vorstellungen scheinen sich eher aufzudrängen: "Give me an ounce of civet , good apothecary,/ To sweeten my imagination" (IV. vi. 128-129) . Lear zeigt in seinem 'vernünftigen1 Wahnsinn eine veränderte Haltung gegenüber... | |
 | Doris Eveline Faulkner Jones - Literary Criticism - 1982 - 244 pages
...processes are in themselves ennobling, however necessary they may be to human existence. "Pah ! pah ! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. . . ." When Gloucester says : "O let me kiss that hand," Lear replies : "Let me wipe it first ; it... | |
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