 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 book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith - Page 278de Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857Affichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
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...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on 't ! O fie ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank...face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on 't ; — Frailty, thy name ie womau . A little month... | |
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...'tis an uuweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. J That it should come to this ! But two months dead...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... | |
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 | Janet Adelman - 1992 - 396 pages
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 | Terrence Ortwein - 1994 - 100 pages
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