 | Emily Taylor - 1864 - 210 pagine
...few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare, ruin'd choirs, where late the small 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 seest... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1868 - 626 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...thou seest the twilight of such day As after sun-set fadcth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 500 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 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 cold,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 402 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 by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth. That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those... | |
 | Gerald Massey - 1866 - 624 pagine
...My name be buried where my body is, And live no more to shame nor me nor you ! (71.) For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth. That time of year thou may'st in me behold (»0 When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those... | |
 | John Miller D. Meiklejohn - 1866 - 86 pagine
...That lime 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. 7. Courage, poor heart of stone 1 I will not ask thee why Thou canst not understand That thou art left... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1867 - 360 pagine
...«e» 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 them seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie As the deathbed whereon... | |
 | W. Spalding - 1867 - 446 pagine
...few of our other poets * WILLIAM SHAKSPEABE. A Sonnet. That lime of year thou maj'st in me behold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of §uch day When yellow leaves, or few, or none, do bang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,... | |
 | Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1866 - 298 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 by that which I bring forth, And so should you, -to love things nothing worth. ride Sonnets 38, 48, 78, 89. LXXIII. That time of year thou may'st in me behold "When yellow leaves,... | |
 | Ebenezer Forsyth - 1867 - 148 pagine
...characteristic of the habitual modesty we attribute to Shakspere. In Sonnet 72 it is said For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth. Again, in Sonnets 32 and 38, the verses are spoken of as " poor rude lines" and " very slight muse."... | |
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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. 
