| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 páginas
...unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. That it sbould come to this ! But two months dead ! — nay, not...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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 656 páginas
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seems to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on 't ! O fye ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things...excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr4 : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem b the winds of heaven Visit her face too... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 páginas
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank,...come to this! But two months dead!— nay, not so mu:h, not twoSo excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion§ to a satyr: so loving to my mother,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 páginas
...'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely, J That it should come to this ! But two months dead...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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 páginas
...'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely, t That it should come to this ! But two months dead...heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had gro\yn By what it fed... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 páginas
...flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie «n't ! 0 fie ! 'tis an unweedcd c Hyperion0 to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 páginas
...world ! Fie on Ч, О fie ! Ч is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross ш nature Possess it merely. — That it should come...heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? — why, she would hang oil him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it... | |
| J H. Aitken - 1853 - 378 páginas
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! oh, fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank,...Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember —... | |
| Lord Henry Home Kames - 1853 - 544 páginas
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed : things rank...Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember—... | |
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