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
| Kenneth Muir, Stanley Wells - Literary Criticism - 1982 - 116 pages
...peculiar dexterity with which they walk the precipice between the figurative and the true, as in Lear's, Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: or in his, Let me have surgeons; I am cut to the brains. This technique is, I am convinced, deliberate,... | |
| Lillian Feder - Literary Criticism - 1983 - 356 pages
...darkness, There is the sulphurous pit — burning scalding, Stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, To sweeten my imagination. There's money for thee. (iv, vi, 126-34) In dramatizing Lear's symbolic transformation of his turbulent... | |
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