 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 Seiten
...'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.5 That it should come to this ! But two months dead...a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? whv, she... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1855 - 498 Seiten
...me all the uses of this world ! Fieon'tl One! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to ieed : things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it...Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That ho permitted not the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Hcave.u and earth ! Must I remember... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 380 Seiten
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 Seiten
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seems to me all the uses of this world! Fye ou 't ! O fye ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things...heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember 1 Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown. By what it fed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 574 Seiten
...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...excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr :18 so loving'to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 Seiten
...! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fy on 't! O fy ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things...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... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 Seiten
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on 't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank,...heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember 1 why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 Seiten
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the usee of this world ! Fye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank,...heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on 't, O fie ! 't is an un weeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross...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... | |
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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... 
