 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 psl.
...fleece : FRÜH 155« DKAXITISTS. RHAKSPEARü. So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Paes'd : Ah me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there — for what could that have done ! What coul life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 580 psl.
...many years ere I shall shear 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. *Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade * To shepherds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 554 psl.
...many years ere I shall shear 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. * Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade * To shepherds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 psl.
...many years ere I shall sheer the fleece: So mimites, 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 a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter chade To shepherds, looking... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 670 psl.
...many years ero I shall shear 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. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 594 psl.
...; So many years ore I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, Pass'd over, to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a lifo were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds... | |
 | 1851 - 496 psl.
...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 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,... | |
 | English history - 1851 - 706 psl.
...years ere I shall shear the fleece ; So many 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 a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 556 psl.
...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 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,... | |
 | Durham city, sch - 1852 - 486 psl.
...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. Ah, what a life were this ! How sweet ! How lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To Shepherds,... | |
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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... 
