...Wordsworth, which have long had the profound admiration of feeling hearts. These are — " — boughs that shake against the cold. Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang," and again — " — old unhappy far-off things, And battles long ago." The condition of the best "magic"...

...Wordsworth, which have long had the profound admiration of feeling hearts. These are — " — boughs that shake against the cold. Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang," and again — " — old unhappy far-off things, And battles long ago." The condition of the best "...

...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 5 As after Sunset fadeth ill the West, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self,...

...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 5 As after Sunset fadeth in the West ; Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self,...

...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 5 As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self,...

...: " 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 ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang." Does any one pretend that we are reading into the lines when we appreciate the marvelous sorrow of...

...of year thou mays't 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." Sonnet LXXIII. When we turn to the "Lover's Complaint" which was published with the Sonnets, in both...

...way."* "That time of year thou mayst in me behold When_jv//0w leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang." 6 "The world's a bubble, and the life of man Less than a span." 6 " Full many a glorious morning have...

...12. 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 ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. Blest are those 13. Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's...

...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 5 As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self,...