 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
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1835 - 570 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, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by !] This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | Early English newspapers - 1835 - 746 pages
...yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang, Upon those boughs that shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thon seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon... | |
 | English essays - 1835 - 742 pages
...that shake against the com, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest fhe twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the...self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the plowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it doth expire... | |
 | Garland - English poetry - 1836 - 246 pages
...yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, — Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - English literature - 1836 - 382 pages
...yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire As on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that... | |
 | Robert Walsh - Serial publications - 1836 - 522 pages
...twilight of such day, Which by and by black night doth take away, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In...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,... | |
 | Samuel Astley Dunham - Authors, English - 1837 - 418 pages
...When yellow leaves, or none, a 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 take away, Death's second self that seals up all the rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 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, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. Poena. 779 An apostrophe to his soul. Poor Soui, the... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - English language - 1839 - 482 pages
...yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, — Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 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, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. Poems. 779 An apostrophe to his soul. Poor SOUL, the... | |
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