 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 410 Seiten
...years ere 1 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 - 1826 - 406 Seiten
...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... | |
 | 1826 - 382 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 - 1826 - 602 Seiten
...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. ° methiuki it were a happy life,] This speech is mournful and soft, exquisitely suited to the character... | |
 | Joseph Cradock - 1828 - 430 Seiten
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 392 Seiten
...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...unto a quiet 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,... | |
 | Joseph Cradock - 1828 - 440 Seiten
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 Seiten
...many years ere I shall shear the fleece : * Sominutes, hours, days, necks, months, and years, * Pass'd over to the end they were created, * Would bring white...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... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1829 - 478 Seiten
...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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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... 
