 | John Webster, Alexander Dyce - 1830 - 398 pages
...Only a happier silence did betide them : She hath no faults, who hath the art to hide them. VIT. COR. My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. FLAM. Then cast anchor. Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, shew white,... | |
 | John Webster, Alexander Dyce - English drama - 1830 - 384 pages
...Only a happier silence did betide them : She hath no faults, who hath the art to hide them. VIT. COR. My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. FLAM. Then cast anchor. Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, shew white,... | |
 | John Webster - English drama - 1857 - 294 pages
...vicious, Only a happier silence did betide them : She hath no faults, who hath the art to hide them. Vit. My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. Flam. Then cast anchor. Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear ; But seas do laugh, shew white,... | |
 | Alexander Andrews - English newspapers - 1859 - 644 pages
...love thee now: if woman do breed man, She ought to teach him manhood: fare thee well. . . . VIT.COR. My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither FLAM. Then cast anchor. Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, show white,... | |
 | John Webster, Alexander Dyce - 1859 - 424 pages
...Only a happier silence did betide them : She hath no faults who hath the art to hide them. Vit. Cor. My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. Flam. Then cast anchor. Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, show white,... | |
 | elder smith - 1865 - 800 pages
...fire from hell To light theo thither. With the same terrible energy Vittoria Corombona exclaims : — My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. Yet, though death seemed so terrible, their dauntless courage and strong nerves enabled these fierce... | |
 | George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray - Electronic journals - 1865 - 1014 pages
...hell To light thce thither. With the same terrible energy Vittoria Corombona exclaims : — My '"I, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither. Yet. though death seemed so terrible, their dauntless courage and strong nerves enabled these fierce... | |
 | 1874 - 834 pages
...queen again. Pale and stern and beautiful she dies, with the words of wonderful despair on her lips : My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither ! Very different is Flamineo's death ; he, too, has no cowardly shrinking, he is stolid as ever, and... | |
 | Sir Adolphus William Ward - English drama - 1875 - 658 pages
...is in itself simple and sym1 How fine, on the other hand, is her preceding exclamation of horror: ' My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither.' It is thus that this mysterious woman seems to pass away from us, rather than with her subsequent words... | |
 | Edmund Gosse - English literature - 1883 - 332 pages
...queen again. Pale and stern and beautiful she dies, with the words of wonderful despair on her lips : " My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither ! " Very different is Flamineo's death ; he, too, has no cowardly shrinking, he is stolid as ever,... | |
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My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven I know not whither. 
