 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 514 sider
...horror of the battle, an unexpected glimpse of rural innocence and pastoral tranquillity. JOHNSON. * 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, looking on their... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 sider
...many 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. I agree with Mr. Steevens. P. 510.— 302.— 305. 1 Keep. We charge you, in Gods' name, and in the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 506 sider
...horror of the battle, an unexpected glimpse of rural innocence and pastoral tranquillity. JOHNSON. * 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, looking on their... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 462 sider
...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...unto a quiet grave. * Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade * To shepherds, looking on their... | |
 | 1806 - 408 sider
...many months, ere I shall sheer the fleece ; So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and yearsiPast over, to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a qniet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how sweet, how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 368 sider
...many 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...unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 sider
...So many months ere I shall sheer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days.weeks, months, and years, Past over to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely ! Gives not the haw thorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 sider
...So many months ere I shall sheer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days.weeks, months, and years, Past t day. Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away All, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 488 sider
...* Pass'd over to the end they were created, * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * 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, looking on their silly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 674 sider
...minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Pass'd 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... | |
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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... 
