 | John W. Gardner, Francesca Gardner Reese - 1996 - 278 pagini
...Shakespeare When thou dost hear a toll or knell Then think upon thy passing bell. John Ray Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the...of hope; tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy... | |
 | Roy Jay Cook - 1958 - 200 pagini
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 | Ray Leslee, Kenneth Welsh - 1998 - 44 pagini
...Today he puts forth the tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, and bears his blushing honors thick upon him. The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,...greatness is a ripening, nips his root, and then he falls ... sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything ... MALE SINGER. WHEN IN DISGRACE WITH FORTUNE... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1998 - 772 pagini
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 | Kate Chopin - 1998 - 368 pagini
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 | David Selwyn - 1999 - 392 pagini
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 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 416 pagini
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 | David Selwyn - 1998 - 384 pagini
...farewell to all my greatness. This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours...thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls as I do. I have ventur'd Like litde wanton boys that swim... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 412 pagini
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 | William J. Bausch - 1999 - 324 pagini
...on fire the hearts of all men" (Dante, The Inferno, Canto 6) — sloth, and anger. Pride Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the...of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy... | |
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Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when... 
