 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 - 第 328 頁William Shakespeare 著 - 1864完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | 1865 - 380 頁
...coast Renowned suitors ; and her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. Her Frailty. That it should come to this ! But two months dead...Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and Earth ! Must I remember why,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 788 頁
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world I Fie on't ! 0, fie ! '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 roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 頁
...flat, and unprofitable • Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! Oh fye ! 'tis an uuweeded garden, That grows to seed : things rank, and gross...Hyperion ' to a satyr : * so loving to my mother, 1 Hy pe' ri on, the father of Au- of Apollo, the god of day, who was rora, and the Sun and Moon ; or,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 706 頁
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seems to me all the uses of this world! Fye on 't ! 0 fye ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things...a 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 188 頁
...(1561) :— Videna. A father ? no : Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank...a 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... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1862 - 610 頁
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank,...a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth I Must I remember ? Let me... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 1022 頁
...the uses of this world ! Fye on Ч ! O fye ! 't is an unwcedcd garden, That grows to seed; tilings women. Sty. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Miicb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears : : 4 so loving to my mother, That he might not bctcem* the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1868 - 554 頁
...unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't ! O , fie ! 'tis an un weeded gardeu , That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature...a 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... | |
 | 1849 - 528 頁
...indifference was a wrong, because those were indifferent who ought not to have been, and he feels disgust. ' 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. .... And yet, within a month — Let me not... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John William Stanhope Hows - 1869 - 474 頁
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unwoeded 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 roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? And yet,... | |
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