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" That time of year thou may'st 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. "
Characters of Shakespear's Plays - Page 352
by William Hazlitt - 1817 - 352 pages
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Lectures on the Literature of the Age of Elizabeth: And Characters of ...

William Hazlitt - English literature - 1878 - 515 pages
...But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would...thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadetu in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up...
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Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson

Samuel Austin Allibone - Quotations, English - 1878 - 772 pages
...SHAKSPEARE. 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,...thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset facleth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away, — Death's second self, that seals...
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The Poems

William Shakespeare - 1878 - 288 pages
...that wild musick burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,...
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The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Volume 8

William Shakespeare - 1878
...But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. Cm. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,...
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The Poetical Works of William Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, Volumes 1-2

William Shakespeare - English poetry - 1879 - 398 pages
..."it that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,...
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Afternoons with the Poets

Charles D. Deshler - English poetry - 1879 - 320 pages
...Summer's breath their masked buds discloses.' " ' Yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon these boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.' " ' The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die.' " ' The teeming...
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Chambers's Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History ..., Volumes 1-2

Robert Chambers - Authors, American - 1880
...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 seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadcth in the west. Which by aud by black Night cloth take away, Death's second self, that seals up...
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Chaucer to Donne

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1880
...But that wild music burthens every bough And sweets grown common lose their dear delight, Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. 104. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems...
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The English Poets: Chaucer to Donne

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1880
...But that wild music burthens every bough And sweets grown common lose their dear delight, Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. 104. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems...
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The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Chaucer to Donne

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880
...But that wild music burthens every bough And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. 104. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems...
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