 When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, ' for store, ie to be preserved for...  The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare - Страница 62по William Shakespeare - 1826 - 830 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | John Keats - 1883 - 416 страници
...said unintentionally — in the intensity of working out conceits. Is this to be borne ? Hark ye ! When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the head, He has left nothing to say about nothing or anything : for look at snails — you know what he... | |
 | Henry Nicholson Ellacombe - 1884 - 464 страници
...when he lived, his breath and beauty set Gloss on the Rose, smell to the Violet. Ibid. (936). (17) When I behold the Violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and... | |
 | James Turner (of Birmingham.) - 1885 - 22 страници
...is a very fine sample of this feature : When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the...girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly-beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go,... | |
 | William Minto - 1885 - 436 страници
...contemporaries ? In Sonnet XII. we find the following picture of the mournful time of the year : — When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst...sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard. The aspects here presented correspond very closely with the aspects in Phaeton's sonnet, the succinct... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1887 - 888 страници
...print more, not let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver 'a o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | David M. Main - 1886 - 342 страници
...' Thou single wilt prove none. " T Tl 7HEN I do count the clock that tells the time, * And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1887 - 276 страници
...not let that copy die. ALL THINGS FADE VXTHEN I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver' d o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1887 - 532 страници
...94, 95: and the green corn llath rotted ere his ifntttli attain da BEAKD. Compare Sonnet xil. 7, 8: And summer's green all girded up in sheaves. Borne on the bier with white and bristly btard. 93. Lines 98, 09: The nine men'* inorrin ixfill'd up uith mud. And the quaint maze* in the icantun... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1890 - 620 страници
...more, not let that copy ' • die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the...and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make,7 That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,... | |
 | John Keats - 1889 - 546 страници
...borne ? Hark ye ! When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the head, And Summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly head. He has left nothing to say about nothing or anything : for look at snails — you know what he... | |
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