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Updated: May 19, 2025
When Dr. Samuel Johnson tried to write a drama, he made all his little fishes talk like whales, as Goldsmith wittily remarked. In the same play Shakespeare's style varies from the dainty lyric touch of Ariel's song about the cowslip's bell and the blossoming bough, to a style unsurpassed for grandeur:
Here Ariel sung this pretty song: "Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I crouch when owls do cry On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough." Prospero then buried deep in the earth his magical books and wand, for he was resolved never more to make use of the magic art.
This, indeed, was a fortunate circumstance, and might even be said to save poor Cowslip's life, if it was true, as she herself used solemnly to aver, that she must positively have expired for fear, if she had been left alone in the boat with six wild Highlanders in kilts.
Here Ariel sung this pretty song: "Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough." Prospero then buried deep in the earth his magical books, and wand, for he was resolved never more to make use of the magic art.
We may imagine that from her teaching, as she walked with him over the Stratford fields, he obtained suggestions which enabled him to hold captive the ear of the world, when he sang of the pearl in the cowslip's ear, of the bank where the wild thyme blows, of the greenwood tree and the merry note of the bird. Many of the references to nature in his plays are unsurpassed in English verse.
Here Ariel sung this pretty song: "Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I crouch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer Merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough." Prospero then buried deep in the earth his magical books and wand, for he was resolved never more to make use of the magic art.
The party evidently advanced nearer to them, and carolled in very beautiful tones, the song of Ariel: "Where the bee sucks, there lurk I, In the cowslip's bell I lie," etcetera. "Heigho!" exclaimed a soft voice, after the song had been finished; "I wish I could creep into a cowslip-bell.
With this definite conclusion she closed the map, and a moment later, some one knocked at her door. "Come in." She went forward, and met Sister Katrina, a robust dame of forty years, blond as Gerda; with the "light of the glowworm's tails" in her golden-lashed violet eyes, and the "ruby spots of the cowslip's leaves" on her full, frank lips. "Will you sit a while with me?
On the contrary, Ariel's song is "Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily."
'My quaint Ariel, said Prospero to the little sprite when he made him free, 'I shall miss you; yet you shall have your freedom. 'Thank you, my dear master, said Ariel; 'but give me leave to attend your ship home with prosperous gales, before you bid farewell to the assistance of your faithful spirit; and then, master, when I am free, how merrily I shall live! Here Ariel sung this pretty song: Where the bee sucks there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I crouch when owls do cry.
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