 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 pages
...some virtuous lie, To do more for me than mine own desert, And hang more praise upon deceased I Than ne of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries,...pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him mo thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed... | |
 | Emily Taylor - English poetry - 1864 - 210 pages
...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...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed by that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 pages
...decay; Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone. SONNET LXXIII. That time of year thou may'st in me behold,...doth lie; As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | John Caldwell Guilds - Fiction - 1999 - 768 pages
..."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...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourisht by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | W. Michael Mudrovic - Self in literature - 1999 - 598 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,... | |
 | Laurie Rozakis - Fiction - 1999 - 406 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 perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | James Schiffer - Drama - 2000 - 500 pages
...That time of year them 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,...thou see'st the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadcth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all... | |
 | Shira Wolosky Weiss - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2001 - 248 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,... | |
 | Frances Mayes - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2001 - 548 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...youth 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 2001 - 212 pages
...yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, 4 Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...west, Which by and by black night doth take away, s Death's second self that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire 16 That... | |
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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... 
