 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. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth...  Works - Page 463by William Shakespeare - 1874Full view - About this book
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - English literature - 1823 - 406 pages
...seest the twilight of such day [sang. As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black death doth take away, Death's second self that seals up...doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 598 pages
...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...Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing ofsuch fire, That on the ashes... | |
 | 1823 - 622 pages
...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...Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of tuch fire, That on the ashes... | |
 | 1823 - 608 pages
...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...Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of tuch fire, That on the ashes... | |
 | English literature - 1823 - 598 pages
...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 the glowing...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish-'d by. This thou percelv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 598 pages
...As after sunset fadcth in the West, Which by and by black night doth lake away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 596 pages
...sunset fadeth in the West, . Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, thai seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 pages
...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...of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it mnst expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perccivest , which makes thy love... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 pages
...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...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,... | |
 | Alexander Dyce - English poetry - 1833 - 240 pages
...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...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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