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" My prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain; My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my good is but vain hope of gain. The day is fled and yet I saw no sun, And now I live and now my life is done. "
Literary and Historical Memorials of London - Trang 404
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The Critical Review: Or, Annals of Literature, Tập 5

Tobias Smollett - 1817 - 680 trang
...the night before lit suffered death, who was executed in Lincoln^ Inn Fields for Treason, 1586, " ' My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, . ., My feast of joy b but a dish of pain, My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my goodes is but vain hope of...

The Eclectic Review, Tập 10;Tập 28

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1818 - 648 trang
...was executed in Lincolns Inn Fields for Treason. 1 586. ' My prime of youth is but a frost of carei, My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my goodes is but vain hope of gain. The day is fled, and yet J saw no sun, And now I live, and now my...

December tales [by W.H. Ainsworth].

William Harrison Ainsworth - 1823 - 266 trang
...own case any way touched, I have told him what I am come to : let him stop in time. MARY STUKELEY. My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast...hope of gain : The day is fled — and yet I saw no son, And now I live — and now my life is done ! CRIDIQCC TlCHXBODBNK. I AM no fatalist ; but if ever...

Curiosities of Literature, Tập 4

Isaac Disraeli - 1823 - 354 trang
...Tower, then ight before he suffered death, who was executed in Lincoln's Inn Fields for treason. 1586. My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast...My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my goodes is but vain hope of gain The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun, And now I live, and now my life...

Curiosities of Literature, Tập 4

Isaac Disraeli - 1823 - 354 trang
...before he suffered death, who was executed in Lincoln's Inn Fields for treason. 1586. My prime of-youth is but a frost of cares, My feast of joy is but a...My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my goodes is but vain hope of gain The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun, And now I live, and now my life...

The Poetical Note-book and Epigrammatic Museum: Containing More Than One ...

George Wentworth - 1824 - 378 trang
...mjfered death, vtha was executed in Lincolns Inn Fields,for treason againtt Queen Elisabeth, 1583. My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, My prop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my goodes is but vain hope of gain. The day it fled,...

Leigh Hunt's London Journal, Tập 1-2

Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 680 trang
...the night before he suffered death, who was executed in Lincoln's Inn Fields for treason. — 1586. " My prime of youth is but a frost of cares. My feast...field of tares, And all my goods is but vain hope of gala. The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun, And now I live, and now my life is done ! " My spring...

Curiosities of Literature, Tập 3

Isaac Disraeli - 1834 - 394 trang
...Tower, the night before he suffered death, who was executed in Lincoln's Inn Field* for treason. 1586. " My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, My crop of corn is hut a field of tares, And all my goodes is hut vain hope of gain. The day is fled, and yet I saw no...

Curiosities of Literature: Second series

Isaac Disraeli - 1835 - 474 trang
...Lincoln's Inn Fields for treason. 1586. My prime of youth is but a frost of carea, My feast of joy is bul a dish of pain, My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my goodee is but vain hope of gain; The day is fled, and yet 1 saw no sun, And now I live, and now my...

La Musa Madrigalesca: Or, A Collection of Madrigals, Ballets, Roundelays ...

Thomas Oliphant - 1837 - 374 trang
...was the opinion of Solomon, and so seems to have thought the author of the preceding lines. CCXXVIII. My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast...My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my good is but vain hope of gain. The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun, And now I live, and now my life...




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