 | 1847 - 540 oldal
...youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held. SHAKSPEARE. 3. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after...away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Old as... | |
 | 1847 - 526 oldal
...youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held. SHAKSPEARE. 3. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after...away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Old as... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 oldal
..." That time of year thou mayat in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs,...of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it muet expire, Consum'd with that which it was nouriah'd by. This thou pereeiv'st, which makes thy love... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 582 oldal
...which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou scest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in...take away. Death's second self, that seals up all in resU In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 oldal
...choir», where lute the sweet birds sang. In me thou secst the twilight of such day, As after sun-eft Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou percuiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 484 oldal
...yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...Death's second self that seals up all in rest. In me tliou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of Ins youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 oldal
...yellow leaves, or none, or few, do bang Upon tne.se boughs that shake against the cold, Bare, ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang; In me thou...As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed by that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 446 oldal
...yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed by that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes my love more strong To love that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 458 oldal
...yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest. Ill me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 432 oldal
...LXXHI. That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs,...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish 'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
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That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth... 
