 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 страници
...this ! Hesperion to a satyr ! So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. — Heaven and Earth !...it 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 страници
...nature, Possess it merely.5 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*!...face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? whv, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within... | |
 | C. Soames - 1856 - 88 страници
...excellent a 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...it fed on : and yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't. £t A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, JB With which she follow'd my poor father's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 380 страници
...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...it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on 't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman 1 VOL. VIL p A little month ; or ere those shoes were... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 страници
...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...it 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 710 страници
...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...it 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 730 страници
...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...it 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... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 страници
...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...what it fed on: And yet within a month,— Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is womau" • A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | 1857 - 280 страници
...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...it 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 страници
...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....it 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... | |
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That he might not beteem the winds of 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 on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy... 
