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" 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... "
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Characters of Shakespear's Plays

William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 sivua
...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 seest the twilight of such day, As after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by blaok night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up...

Shakespeare and His Times: Including the Biography of the Poet ..., Nide 2

Nathan Drake - 1817 - 708 sivua
...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 seest the twilight of such day, As after sun-bet fadeth in the west In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth...

Characters of Shakespeare's Plays

William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 sivua
...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 sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up...

The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Nide 45

1835 - 564 sivua
...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 seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, "Which, by and by, black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals...

The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and ..., Nide 20

William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 sivua
...Athens : " That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves " Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush, In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sun-set fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away 2, Death's second self, that seals...

New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Nide 7

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 598 sivua
...or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, wheie late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight...fadcth in the West, Which by and by black night doth lake away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,...

The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Nide 5

1823 - 608 sivua
...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 seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the West, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, that seals up...

The New Monthly Magazine, Nide 5

1823 - 622 sivua
...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 seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the West, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, that seals up...

The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 sivua
...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 seest the twilight of such day, As after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up...

The North American Review, Nide 106

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1868 - 766 sivua
...of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or few, or none, do hang Upon those boughs that shake against the cold. Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang." Or again : — " From thee have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all...




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