 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pàgines
...And formless ruin of oblivion. 26 — iv. 5. 278 Time, the effects of. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 23— ii. 4. 279 . Mortality. There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys : renown, and grace,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 804 pàgines
...will yeao ; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece ; So minntes, hours, days, weeks, months, aud years, Pass'd over to the end they were created. Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ají, what a life were this ! how «weet Г how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 550 pàgines
...years ere I shall shear the fleece : * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Passed over to the end they were created, * Would bring white...looking on their silly sheep, * Than doth a rich, embroidered canopy * To kings, that fear, their subjects' treachery ? * O, yes it doth ; a thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 554 pàgines
...* Passed over to the end they were created, * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. * Ah,...lovely! * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade * Than doth a rich, embroidered canopy * To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, * O, yes it doth... | |
 | George William Francis - 1839 - 236 pàgines
...sit beneath the whitening Thorn," and Shakspeare alludes to the delight of such a seat when he says " Gives not the Hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroidered canopy To kings that fear their subjects' treachery ? Oh, yes, it doth ; a thousand-fold... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 pàgines
...And formless ruin of oblivion. 26 — iv. 5. 278 Time, the effects of. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 23— ii. 4. 279 Mortality. There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace,... | |
 | 1840 - 516 pàgines
...the hawthorn in the dale." While another poet represents a monarch regarding such a spot with envy. "Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroidered canopy To kings who fear their subjects' treachery !" Chaucer in a yet earlier period was... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 370 pàgines
...young; * So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; * So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, *...* Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely ! > This speech is mournful and soft, exquisitely suited to the character or Ihe king, and makes a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 pàgines
...minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Passed over to the end they were created, Would hring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah what a life were...this ! how sweet, how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn hush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich emhroidered canopy... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 934 pàgines
...many months ere I shall shear the fleece ; So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Passed over to the end they were created, "Would bring white...not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking1 on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich-embroidered canopy To kings that fear their subjects'... | |
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I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate ; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young ; So many weeks ere the poor fools will... 
