Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs 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 sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd... The Works of William Shakespeare - 33 psl.autoriai: William Shakespeare - 1811Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
| William Shakespeare - 1788 - 476 psl.
...fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Past over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave, Ah, what...canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? 500 O, yes, it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude — the shepherd's homely curds, His... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 384 psl.
...* 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. * Ah,...O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. * And to conclude,-r-the shepherd's homely, curds, * His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, * His wonted... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1804 - 568 psl.
...* 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. * Ah,...canopy * To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? * And to conclude,—the shepherd's homely curds, * His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,... | |
| 1806 - 408 psl.
...unto a qniet 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...shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather-bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1807 - 488 psl.
...* Pass'd over to the end they were created, * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. * Ah,...O, yes, it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. * And to conclude,—the shepherds homely curds, * His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, * His wonted... | |
| William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 psl.
...and years, Past over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. All, light, 1 know it, I ; It is some meteor that the sun...Therefore stay yet, thou ueed'st not to be gone. Rom. L tlieir subjects' treachery ? O, yes^it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1807 - 368 psl.
...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. Ah, what...shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Thau doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kmgs, that fear their subjects' treachery f And to conclude,... | |
| Regina Maria Roche - 1807 - 498 psl.
...was by danger, and harrassed and perplexed in every direction to think.... ' The hawthorn bush gave a sweeter shade * To shepherds looking on their silly...canopy, To kings that fear their subjects treachery"... that It far beyond a Prince's delicales, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in... | |
| William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 psl.
...fleece : So minutes, hours, days.weeks, months, and years, Past over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what...life were this! how sweet! how lovely ! Gives not the haw thorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, '1 han doth a rich embroider'... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1807 - 674 psl.
...minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Pass'd over to the end they were created, * Would hring white hairs unto a quiet grave. * Ah, what a life...! how sweet how lovely ! * Gives not the hawthorn hush a sweeter shade * To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, * Than doth a rich emhroider'd canopy... | |
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