 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 - Página 328por William Shakespeare - 1864Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Henry Sussman - 1997 - 319 páginas
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah, fie, 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed. Things rank...dead, nay, not so much, not two, So excellent a king . . . ... so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds ot heaven Visit her face too roughly.... | |
 | Vennelaṇṭi Prakāśam - 1999 - 168 páginas
...stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unwecded garden That grows to seed, things rank and gross in...a satyr, so loving to my mother, That he might not bcteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly — heaven and earth. Must I remember? Why, she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 296 páginas
...unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unweeded garden 135 That grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature...to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother 140 black curtain 'came down like quietly falling fog' (Osanai, 'Craig's production', p. 590). It concealed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 261 páginas
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! Oh, fie, 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... | |
 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 páginas
...stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! oh fie! 'tis an un weeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross...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... | |
 | Stanley Wells, Professor of Shakespeare Studies Stanley Wells - 2003 - 442 páginas
...successful in itself and anticipative of a technique that reaches a high point in Hamlet's soliloquies: That it should come to this But two months dead -...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... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 313 páginas
...oh fie, fie! Tis an unweeded garden, 135 That grows to see; things rank and gross in nature Posses it merely. That it should come to this! But two months...this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 896 páginas
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed, things rank...this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother, 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly — heaven and earth, Must... | |
 | Timothy J. Duggan - 2008 - 229 páginas
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on 't, ah 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... | |
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