 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 540 oldal
...must I tend my flock ; * So many hours must I take my rest ; * So many hours must I c6ntemplate ; * So many hours must I sport myself ; * So many days...shade * To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, 1 methinks it were a happy life,] This speech is mournful and soft, exquisitely suited to the character... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 oldal
...So many years 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...were this ! how sweet! how lovely ! Gives not the Inwthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 oldal
...many years ere I shall shear the fleece : * Sominutcs, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Pasi'd over to the end they were created, * Would bring white...quiet grave. * Ah, what a life were this! how sweet; now lovely 1 * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade * To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 606 oldal
...been with young ; * So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; * So many years ere I shall shear ch, for thy love, did kill thy lore, Shall, for thy...for truer love ; To both their deaths shall thou be brin» white hairs unto a quiet grave. * Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! "' Gives... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 oldal
...been with young ; * So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; * So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months,...Pass'd over to the en'd they were created, * Would brins; white hairs unto a quiet grave. * Ah, what a life were this! how sweet; how lovely I * Gives... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 oldal
...And formless ruin of oblivion. 26 — iv. 5. 278 Time, the effects of. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 23— ii. 4. 279 . Mortality. There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys : renown, and grace,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 554 oldal
...* Passed over to the end they were created, * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. * Ah,...lovely! * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade * Than doth a rich, embroidered canopy * To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, * O, yes it doth... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 oldal
...And formless ruin of oblivion. 26 — iv. 5. 278 Time, the effects of. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 23— ii. 4. 279 Mortality. There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 370 oldal
...have been with young; * So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; * So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months,...* Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely ! > This speech is mournful and soft, exquisitely suited to the character or Ihe king, and makes a... | |
 | Henry Curling - 1843 - 940 oldal
...ewes have been with young, So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean, So many years ere I shall shear the fleece. So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months,...created. Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. " Yes," continued I, as Euphemia, after successfully extricating her sheep, bounded to the spot and... | |
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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... 
