 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 pages
...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...the ashes of his youth doth lie , As the death-bed whereo n it must expire , Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1847 - 580 pages
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 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 pages
...none, or few, do hang Upon those houghs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight...away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. Tn me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed... | |
 | 1847 - 540 pages
...youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held. SHAKSPEARE. 3. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after...away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Old as... | |
 | 1847 - 526 pages
...youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held. SHAKSPEARE. 3. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after...away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Old as... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 pages
...sun-set fadeth ill the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, thut seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing...of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it roust expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou pcrceiv'Ht, which makes thy love... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 pages
...Bare min'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, A« it shame to covenant with any knowing reader, that...trust with him toward the payment of what I am no eeest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 pages
...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 his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it muet expire, Consum'd with that which it was nouriah'd by. This thou pereeiv'st, which makes thy love... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 582 pages
...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...night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals sp all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,... | |
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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... 
