 | English poetry - 1833 - 240 pages
...thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon, Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son. 53 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. WHEN I do count the clock that tells the time, And...grow ; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defend 54 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. DEVOURING Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pages
...beauty, blunt the sharp' st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things. Poemf. 144 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow. Poems. 145 Dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 pages
...beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things. Paems. 144 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow. Poems. 145 Dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which... | |
 | A Montagu Woodford - 1841 - 320 pages
...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...nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence, Save Love, to brave him, when he takes thee hence. SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 pages
...in bounty cherish : She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby, Thou shouldst print more, nor let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock...Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. O, that you were yourself ! but, love, you are No longer yours, than you yourself here live : Against... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pages
...who are " harsh, featureless, and rude," and those to whom nature has been more bountiful of beauty. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time,...breed, to brave him, when he takes thee hence. XIII. 0, that you were yourself ! but, love, you are No longer yours, than you yourself here live : Against... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 pages
...featureless, and rude," and those to whom nature has been more bountiful of beauty. VOL. VIII. I 1 XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time,...breed, to brave him, when he takes thee hence. XIII. O, that you were yourself ! but, love, you are No longer yours, than you yourself here live : Against... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 pages
...whom nature has been more bountiful of beauty. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the tune, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When...breed, to brave him, when he takes thee hence. XIII. O, that you were yourself ! but, love, you are No longer yours, than you yourself here live : Against... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 pages
...hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white8; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst...breed, to brave him, when he takes thee hence. XIII. 0, that you were yourself ! but, love, you are No longer yours, than you yourself here live : Against... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 pages
...brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver")! o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of...breed, to brave him, when he takes thee hence. XIII. O, that you were yourself ! but, love, you are No longer yours , than you yourself here live : Against... | |
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And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, 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... 
