 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, ' for store, ie to be preserved for...  The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare - Page 62by William Shakespeare - 1826 - 830 pagesFull view - About this book
 | G. Wilson Knight - 2002 - 256 pages
...forget how never-resting Time leads summer on To hideous winter, and confounds him there. (5) We watch 'summer's green all girded up in sheaves', borne on the bier 'with white and bristly beard' (12). The future promises 'winter' storms, and the 'barren rage of death's eternal cold' (13). Such... | |
 | Denis Donoghue - Literary Criticism - 2003 - 228 pages
...desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. 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... | |
 | Vyvyan Evans - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2003 - 308 pages
...is my most precious possession Sonnet 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 silvered o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
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