 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sider
...the poor fools will yean ; * So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Pass'd over to the end...how sweet ! how lovely ! * Gives not the hawthorn bash a sweeter shade * To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, * Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy... | |
 | 1824 - 706 sider
...hours, days, months, and yean, Past over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs into a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this, how sweet, how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush в sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 602 sider
...the poor fools will yean ; * So many years ere I shall sheer the fleece; * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Pass'd over to the end...created, * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. ° methiuki it were a happy life,] This speech is mournful and soft, exquisitely suited to the character... | |
 | Joseph Cradock - 1828 - 430 sider
...So that his hours, days, weeks, and months, and years Past over, to the end they were created, Might bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how sweet — how lovely ! His cold, thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All... | |
 | 1826 - 382 sider
...many years ere I shall sheer 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." In the idiomatic pronunciation of Scotland several monosyllables still continue to be so pronounced,... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1826 - 384 sider
...many years ere I shall sheer 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." In the idiomatic pronunciation of Scotland several monosyllables still continue to be so pronounced,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 392 sider
...many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'u over to the end they were created, Would bring white...grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a... | |
 | Joseph Cradock - 1828 - 440 sider
...So that his hours, days, weeks, and months, and years Past over, to the end they were created, Might bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how sweet — how lovely ! His cold, thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1829 - 478 sider
...fools will yean ; So many months ere I shall shear the fleece ; So minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months and years, Pass'd over to the end they were...created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave." have kept a flock of sheep, rather than have undertook such a government as this is !" Mr. Towell Rutt... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1829 - 478 sider
...fools will yean ; So many months ere I shall shear the fleece ; So minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months and years, Pass'd over to the end they were...created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave." have kept a flock of sheep, rather than have undertook such a government as this is !" Mr. Towell Rutt... | |
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I tend my flock; 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... 
