 | David Selwyn - 1999 - 392 sider
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 | William J. Bausch - 1999 - 324 sider
...on fire the hearts of all men" (Dante, The Inferno, Canto 6) — sloth, and anger. Pride Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the...of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1999 - 273 sider
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 | Paul Budra, Paul Vincent Budra - 2000 - 148 sider
...today he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,...a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory,... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 sider
...farewell to all my greatness. /This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth /The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms, / And bears his blushing honours...a-ripening, nips his root, /And then he falls as I do. I have ventur'd / Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, /This many summers in a sea of glory,... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1999 - 603 sider
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 | Allardyce Nicoll - 1958 - 248 sider
...rotation of Fortune's wheel: This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms And bears his blushing honours...a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. (ш, ii, 352-8) It was a mistake to aspire, but his fall, as he sees it, has not come from wrong-doing,... | |
 | Daniel Parker - 2009 - 260 sider
...himself like this? Don't do this, Headmaster Olsen, Just get in the car— "'Farewell!'" he cried. "'A long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the...of hope; tomorrow blossoms, and bears his blushing honors thick upon him; the third day comes a frost, a killing frost, and when he thinks ... he think... | |
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Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when... 
