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
| Periodicals - 1851 - 608 pages
...borne Î Hark ye : ' When lofty trees I see barren of leave?, Which erst from heat Hid canopy the head, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly head.' He has left nothing to say about nothing or any thing. 'And as the snail, whose tender horns... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 546 pages
...print more, 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...do I question make, That thou among the wastes of tune must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow;... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 548 pages
...print more, nor let that copy die. , XII. 1 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the...sable curls, all silver'd o'er with white ; * When young:. f Dost depart, t /. e. to be preserved for use. § (Thou). When lofty trees I see barren of... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 432 pages
...shouldst print more, nor let that copy die. XH. 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, alla silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
| Ireland - 1855 - 804 pages
...among ourselves ? Before deciding too peremptorily, recall Shakspeare's lines — " TVhen I behold The summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ;'' and still more remarkably in a cognate subject-matter. There may be sermons in stones, and good... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1856 - 424 pages
...shouldst print 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 a silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1857 - 336 pages
...print more, 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...beard ; — Then of thy beauty do I question make, That.thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die... | |
| American periodicals - 1857 - 592 pages
...though it would not contend with the common herd of birds any longer. And here is tho other picture : " Summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard." — Sonnet 12. And be it remembered that all these scenes are not bits of mere description, but are... | |
| Liberalism (Religion) - 1859 - 540 pages
...in pensive imagery.: — " When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day hung 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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