 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 462 sivua
...years ere I shall shear the fleece : " So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, " Pass'd over to the end they were created, " Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. " Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! " Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade " To shepherds,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 634 sivua
...yean ; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, months and years5, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 494 sivua
...So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes , hours , days , months and years , Pass'd over to the end they were created , Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah , what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds... | |
 | Henry Curling - 1843 - 940 sivua
...many years ere I shall shear the fleece. So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created. Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. " Yes," continued I, as Euphemia, after successfully extricating her sheep, bounded to the spot and... | |
 | 1845 - 386 sivua
...year, How many years a mortal man may live. So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds,... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 934 sivua
...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 hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! How sweet — how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds... | |
 | 1865 - 1460 sivua
...many years ere I sball shear the fleece; So minat.es, hours, days, weeks, mouths, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quint grave. 8 Henry VI. Act 2 Scene 5. 127 Thou makest the vestal violate her oath ; Thou blow'st... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 736 sivua
...yean ; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, months and years, Pass'd gracious queen, More than your lord's departure weep not : more's not seen ; Or if it be, life were this! how sweet! how lovelv ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 sivua
...years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and yean, Pajs'J OTer, nd like young life were this ! how sweet ! how loTely I Gives not the hawthorn-hush a sweeter shade To shepherds... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - 592 sivua
...years ere I shall sheer the fleece ; * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Pass'd over to the end they were created, * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 1 methinkt, it were a happy life,] This speech is mournful and soft, exquisitely suited to the character... | |
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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... 
