 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1861 - 914 Seiten
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis ash IT the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 404 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...beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Ii Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 Seiten
...'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 grown By what it fed... | |
 | John Conolly - 1863 - 224 Seiten
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! 0 rye ! '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 - 1863 - 504 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! 0 fie I 'tis an nnweedecl garden, That grows to seed : things rank and gross...Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Ueave.n and earth ! Must I remember —... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 498 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 ? And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 648 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...not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too rougbly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 Seiten
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Soem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on Ч ! О, fie ! Ч ge beteemb the winds of heaven Visit her face too'roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she... | |
 | Sir Thomas Hanmer - 1864 - 72 Seiten
...How weary, stale, 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...that was to this, Hyperion to a Satyr : So Loving to ray Mother, That he would not let e'en the Winds of Heav'n Visit her Face too roughly. Heaven and Earth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1980 - 388 Seiten
...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... | |
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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... 
