 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 pages
...to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,...thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that... | |
 | Donald DeMarco - 1996 - 242 pages
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 | John W. Gardner, Francesca Gardner Reese - 1996 - 278 pages
...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,...thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. William Shakespeare (Wolseyin Henry VIII) What... | |
 | McGuffey - 1997 - 718 pages
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 | Roy Jay Cook - 1958 - 200 pages
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 | Ray Leslee, Kenneth Welsh - 1998 - 44 pages
...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 pages
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 | Kate Chopin - 1998 - 368 pages
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 | David Selwyn - 1998 - 384 pages
...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... | |
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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... 
