 | Henry Curling - 1843 - 940 str.
...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. " Yes," continued I, as Euphemia, after successfully extricating her sheep, bounded to the spot and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 str.
...minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Passed over to the end they were created, Would hring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah what a life were this ! how sweet, how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn hush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly... | |
 | 1865 - 494 str.
...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. 3 Henry VI. Act 2 Scene 5. 127 Thou makest the vestal violate her oath ; Thou blow'st the fire when... | |
 | M. C. Bradbrook - 1979 - 294 str.
...can; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months and years, Passed over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. (2. 5. 31-40.) Such flat use of 'figures of speech', ie verbal pattern or Schemes is suddenly modulated... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 str.
...can; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 str.
...many months ere 1 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! So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness! This is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 str.
...can; So many months ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Past there is no firm reason to be render'd, Why he cannot...abide a gaping pig; Why he, a harmless necessary cat; sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 1997 - 438 str.
...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. (2.5.21-40) The speech as a whole is a full and classic expression of the pastoral ideal which Shakespeare... | |
 | George Wilson Knight - 1958 - 336 str.
...can; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 str.
...can; So many months ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Past idiculous, and thrasonical. He is too pickt, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly... | |
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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... 
