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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... "
The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered ... - Page 402
by William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853
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莎士比亞十四行詩集

Shakespeare, William - Sonnets, English - 2006 - 347 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,...
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The Invention of Evening: Perception and Time in Romantic Poetry

Christopher R. Miller - Art - 2006 - 262 pages
...centuries apart. In Shakespeare's Sonnet 73, twilight serves as a trope for the penultimate and transitory: "In me thou seest the twilight of such day, / As after.../ Death's second self, that seals up all in rest" (5—8). In Wordsworth's sonnet, "It is a beauteous evening," on the other hand, this moment becomes...
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Shakespeare's Sonnets & Poems

William Shakespeare - Drama - 2011 - 704 pages
...Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. 4 In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after...away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. 8 In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed...
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Discovering Patterns in Mathematics and Poetry

Marcia Birken, Anne Christine Coon - Literary Criticism - 2008 - 213 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 deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong...
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