 | Alexander Chalmers - 1817 - 340 páginas
...King ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niche, all tears! — why she, even »he, O Heaven ! a brute, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 páginas
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion * to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he miglit notbeteem 3 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on 't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 páginas
...:* so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven' Visit her face too rougbly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...on : And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't,—Frailty, thy name is woman !— A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 348 páginas
...to this, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Hyperion to asatyr: so loving to my mother, Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...fed on : and yet, within a month! Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month ! nr ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 páginas
...that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: (47) so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem (48) the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on.' 49 ' And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman!— A little... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 páginas
...excellent a king ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he would not let the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. —...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : yet, within a month, — Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month ! or ere... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 558 páginas
...emendation, stated untruly that all the old copies which he had seen, read beteene. His emendation As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed...month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow' d my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears3 ; — why she, even she, — (O heaven ! a... | |
 | 1822 - 496 páginas
...to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven To visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman 1 A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like... | |
 | 1823 - 442 páginas
...King ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ! — why she, even she, O Heaven ! a brute, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 862 páginas
...King ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ! — why she, even she, O Heaven ! a brute, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
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That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty,... 
