 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...  The Works of Shakespeare - Strana 328autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1864Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1823 - 872 str.
...world ! Fie on't ! О fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed : things rank and gross ia nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this...Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember —... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 862 str.
...his thoughts on her sudden forgetfulness of his father, and the indecency of her hasty marriage. — That it should come to this ! But two months dead...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 she... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 str.
...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...satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. — Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? Why,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 str.
...'tis an un weeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merelyj. That it should come to this ! But two months dead...satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem || the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why,... | |
 | 1826 - 508 str.
...stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! (c.) 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank...satyr ; so loving to my mother. That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember 1 Why, she... | |
 | William Enfield - 1827 - 412 str.
...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,...Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of Heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember !... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 str.
...flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! О lie ' 'tis an un weeded garden, , That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross...satyr : 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 str.
...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,...a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteemh the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 str.
...How 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,...a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem h the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth \ Must I remember? why, she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 str.
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fieon't! One' 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank,...satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem' the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she... | |
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