 | 1822 - 496 páginas
...to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven To visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman 1 A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like... | |
 | 1823 - 442 páginas
...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...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ! — why she, even she, O Heaven ! a brute, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 862 páginas
...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...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ! — why she, even she, O Heaven ! a brute, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 páginas
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion6 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That be might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...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,... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 414 páginas
...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...appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within * month ! . Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month! or ere those shoes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 páginas
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr9 : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem l the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...hang on him, ' As if increase of appetite had grown ' t , ; <.•f By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — ' Let me not think on't ; — Frailty,... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 410 páginas
...hang on hhi As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within » month ! B 2 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 ! a brute that wants discourse of reason, Would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 páginas
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion6 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old. With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like iNiobe, all tears ; — why she, even she, — 0 heaven ' a beast, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 páginas
...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...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,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 páginas
...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. —...month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niche, all tears, — She married with my uncle, My father's brother... | |
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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,... 
