| Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 pàgines
...excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on'tl^-Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 348 pàgines
...to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her lace too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? Why...Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman t A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she t'ollow'd my poor father's body, Like... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 pàgines
...king; that was, to this, .Hyperion to a satyr :9 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem ' the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, 5 No jocund health,'] The King's intemperance is very strongly impressed ; every thing that happens... | |
| William Richardson - 1812 - 468 pàgines
...excellent a king, that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That ht might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...• With which she follow'd my poor father's body^ Like Niobe, all tears. — Why she, even she — O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 pàgines
...Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As it' increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on :...old. With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears : — why she, even she, — O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 pàgines
...this, Hyperion to a satyr :* so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven*3 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And vet, within a month, — _ L.ct me not think on't ;— (Frailty, thy name is woman !~) A little month... | |
| Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 pàgines
...King, that was, to this, (23) 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...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet, within a month, • Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month! or ere... | |
| Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 pàgines
...King, that was, to this, (23) 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...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet, within a month, Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month ! or ere those... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 pàgines
...That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must l remember? why, she would hang on him., As if increase...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, ull tears; — why she, even she, — O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
| Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 pàgines
...would hang on As if increase of appetite had grown [him, By what it fed on: and yet within a moatli — Let me not think on't — frailty, thy name is woman...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears;— why she, even she — O Heaven 1 a beast that wants discourse of reason,... | |
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