 | Charles Wordsworth - 1864 - 332 страници
...exclaims upon his mother's hasty and incestuous marriage with his uncle, his father's murderer : — Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? Why, she would...it fed on : and yet within a month — Let me not think on't. Act i. Sc. 2And again the same feeling is aroused and vents itself in a similar exclamation,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 648 страници
...; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too rougbly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...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 - 1865 - 212 страници
...too-strongly,' Merry Wives, ii. 2. Hyperion 1 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 - 1865 - 416 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... | |
 | Issan Chunder Benerjeea - 1865 - 192 страници
...not so much not [two ; Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not >>p,t.yypAn 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 [woman A little month ; or ere these shoes were old With which she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 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...what 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 she... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 592 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... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1865 - 398 страници
...excellent a king, that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not 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 shoes... | |
 | 1865 - 380 страници
...excellent a king, that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not 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 shoes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 788 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 e'er 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... 
