 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 312 pagine
...or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare, ruined choirs where late tlie sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of...such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away,—- Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 pagine
...untrue, My name be buried where my body is, And live no more to shame nor me nor you. For I am sham'd r innocence ; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd That any did LZZHL That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 pagine
...XXVIII 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 glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie As the deathbed whereon it must expire,... | |
 | Graduated series - 1861 - 504 pagine
...When 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 seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadcth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away — Death's second self that seals up... | |
 | Popular poetry - 1862 - 246 pagine
...DECAY. THAT time of year thou mayet in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon these boughs, which shake against the cold Bare, ruin'd...such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest. Shakspcare.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 pagine
...untrue, My name be buried where my body is, And live no more to shame nor me nor you. For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to...nothing worth. LXXIII. 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 coldj... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 pagine
...untrue, My name be buried where my body is, And live no more to shame nor me nor you. For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth. LXX1II. That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon... | |
 | 1862 - 486 pagine
...untrue, My name be buried where my body is, And live no more to shame nor me nor you. For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth." One more quotation — and strangely lofty and plaintive is its strain, as if a snatch of melody, wailed... | |
 | 1862 - 520 pagine
...untrue, My name be buried where my body is, And live no more to shame nor me nor you. For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth." One more quotation — and strangely lofty and plaintive is its strain, as if a snatch of melody, wailed... | |
 | 1863 - 982 pagine
...«•»" 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. Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou... | |
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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, where late the sweet birds sang. 
