 | Brian Vickers - 1995 - 585 sider
...necessarily carry with them an air of dignity, till they come to be (which is too often the case) 'See3.101f. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys, that swim on bladders, These many summers, on a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. [358ff.] absolute incoherencies. An hyperbole in the hands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 sider
...blossoms And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that... | |
 | Louisa Susanna Cheves McCord - 1995 - 544 sider
...blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls as I do. The civilized world seems, we have said, to be... | |
 | Donald DeMarco - 1996 - 242 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
 | John W. Gardner, Francesca Gardner Reese - 1996 - 278 sider
...blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. William Shakespeare (Wolseyin Henry VIII) What... | |
 | Antony Jay - 1996 - 536 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
 | McGuffey - 1997 - 718 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
 | Roy Jay Cook - 1958 - 200 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
 | Ray Leslee, Kenneth Welsh - 1998 - 44 sider
...blossoms, and bears his blushing honors thick upon him. The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, and when he thinks, good, easy man, full surely his...greatness is a ripening, nips his root, and then he falls ... sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything ... MALE SINGER. WHEN IN DISGRACE WITH FORTUNE... | |
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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... 
