 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 340 páginas
...weary, stale, fiat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world I Fie on't, ah, fie, 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed. Things rank...to this But two months dead, nay, not so much, not twol So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother HO That he might... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 344 páginas
...oh fie, fie! Tis an unweeded garden, 135 That grows to see; things rank and gross in nature Posses it merely. That it should come to this! But two months...this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must... | |
 | Henk de Berg - 2004 - 178 páginas
...grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! Hut two months dead — nay, not so much, not two —...a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not bcteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth, Must I remember? Why, she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 páginas
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed, things rank...this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother, 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly — heaven and earth, Must... | |
 | Helen Deutsch - 2005 - 337 páginas
...cinerem aut manes credis curare sepultos?" [Do you suppose that the shades and ashes of the dead care?] So excellent a king; that was, to this Hyperion to...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;... | |
 | Marvin W. Hunt - 2007 - 272 páginas
...garden That grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come thus: But two months dead — nay not so much, not two —...heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth, Must I remember? Why, she should hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on.... | |
 | Timothy J. Duggan - 2008 - 249 páginas
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on 't, ah fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed. Things rank...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.... | |
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tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother... 
