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 64by William Shakespeare - 1826 - 783 pagesFull view
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Sonia Zyngier, Anna Chesnokova - Social Science - 2007 - 333 pages
...Here is a sonnet he would have appreciated: 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'ver with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from head did canopy the herd,...