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" 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... "
The Christian Examiner - 203. oldal
1859
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The Poetical Works of William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1866 - 288 oldal
...nor 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'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...

The Handy-volume Shakspeare, 13. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1867
...more, nor let that copy die. 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'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...

The Works of William Shakespeare: Pericles. The two noble kinsmen. Venus and ...

William Shakespeare - 1866
...not let that copy die. XIL 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(4) silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see ban-en of leaves, Which erst from heat did...

Shakspeare's Sonnets Never Before Interpreted: His Private Friends ...

Gerald Massey - 1866 - 603 oldal
...more, nor let that copy die. 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 are silvered o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...

Remarks on the Sonnets of Shakespeare: With the Sonnets. Sho Wing that They ...

Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1866 - 290 oldal
...copy die. nets 54, 126. 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'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...

The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.].

William Shakespeare - 1867
...shouldst in bounty cherish ; 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' d o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...

Studies of Shakspere

Charles Knight - 1868 - 560 oldal
...let that copy die.— 11. 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'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...

The complete works of Shakspere, with a memoir, and essay, by ..., 3. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1870
...nor 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,...leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summers green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy...

A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets

William Cullen Bryant - 1872 - 789 oldal
...night ; \Vhen I behold the violet post prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white ; •\Vhen s, violets, but toys Tor the smaller sort of boys,...meant ; Thou art the only manly scent. Stinkingpst JJorne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou...

Works, 6. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1874
...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'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...




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