 | 1857 - 280 Seiten
...should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. HAMLET. EXTRACT I.— HAMLET'S FIRST SOLILOQUY. That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature...a Satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ?• Why,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 352 Seiten
...How weary , stale , flat , and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on 't! 0 fie! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things...come to this ! But two months dead ! — nay , not so mucR , not two : So excellent a king ; that was , to this , Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 Seiten
...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,...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... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1859 - 512 Seiten
...all the uses of this world ! Fie ou't! O fio! 'tis an unwcedcd garden, That grows to becd : things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it...much; not two;— So excellent a king, that was, to tins, Hyperion to a satyr : so lovin« to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven Visit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 Seiten
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on 't ! O, fie ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things...: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem b the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on 't ! O, fie ! 't is an un weeded htness. If he fill'd His vacancy with his voluptuousness,...Full surfeits, and the dryncss of his bones, Call on beteemb the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and enrth ! Must I remember? why, she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on Ч ! O, fio ! 't is an imweeded ! [SCENE ir. EDM. I know no news, my lord. GLO. What...Nothing, my lord. GLO. No ? What needed, then, that beteemb the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and enrth ! Must I remember? why, she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1861 - 352 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...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... | |
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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... 
