 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 648 sider
...years ere I shall sheer the fleece 2 : * So minutes, hours, days, weeks 3, 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 542 sider
...many years ere I shall sheer the fleece : So minute^ 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 fife were this! How sweet! How lovely I Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking... | |
 | John Bowdler - 1821 - 510 sider
...To be no better than a homely swain; — So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and yeai*, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave ! My crown is -in my heart, not on my head ; Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones ; Not to be... | |
 | John Platts - 1822 - 844 sider
...many months ere I shall shear the fleece ; So many minutes, hours, days,weeks, months, and yean, Past over, to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Oh ! what a life were this ! how sweet ! now lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 442 sider
...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...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 - 1823 - 590 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 white hairs unto a quiet grave. soft, exquisitely suited to the character of the king, and makes a pleasing interchange, by affording,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sider
...many years ere 1 shall shear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and year», 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, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 sider
...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...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 - 1824 - 324 sider
...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...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... | |
 | Richard Ryan - 1826 - 318 sider
...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...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... | |
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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... 
