 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 414 Seiten
...King ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly, Heaven...appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within * month ! . Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month! or ere those shoes... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 Seiten
...'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...month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niche, all tears, — She married with my uncle, My father's brother... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 Seiten
...things rank, and gross in naPossess it merelyJ. That it should come to this! But two months dead!—Nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was,...fed on: And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't;—Frailty, thy name is woA little month; orere those shoes were old, [man!— With which she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 Seiten
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion« to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not mink on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 936 Seiten
...not beteem i > the winds of bea ven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember f why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite...on't ¡—Frailty, thy name is woman !— A little mouth : or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor lather's body Like Niobe, all... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 Seiten
...muph, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion§ to a satyr: so loving to my mothe?, That he might not beteem|| the winds of heaven Visit...month; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow 'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears; — why she, even she, — 0 heaven ! a beast,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 Seiten
...: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem' the winds of heaven Visit her face too rouglJy. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...month, — Let me not think on't ¡—Frailty, thy name i woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, ^V¡th which she follow'd my poor father's... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 Seiten
...a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion* to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteemh the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A liltle month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 Seiten
...a king; that was, to this, Hyperion* to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem h the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...fed on: And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't;—Frailty, thy name is woman!— A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 Seiten
...: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem' the winds of heaven Visit her face too rouahly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...me not think on't ;— Frailty, thy name is woman ! — Л little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body,... | |
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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... 
