 That time of year thou 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, where late the sweet birds sang.  Characters of Shakespear's Plays - Página 352por William Hazlitt - 1817 - 352 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | William Shakespeare - 1878 - 408 páginas
...that wild musick burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1878 - 380 páginas
...But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. Cm. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Ben Jonson - 1879 - 844 páginas
..."it that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | Charles Dunham Deshler - 1879 - 334 páginas
...Summer's breath their masked buds discloses.' " ' Yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon these boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.' " ' The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die.' " ' The teeming... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1880 - 842 páginas
...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 seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadcth in the west. Which by aud by black Night cloth take away, Death's second self, that seals up... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 632 páginas
...But that wild music burthens every bough And sweets grown common lose their dear delight, Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. 104. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 634 páginas
...But that wild music burthens every bough And sweets grown common lose their dear delight, Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. 104. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 628 páginas
...But that wild music burthens every bough And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. 104. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems... | |
 | David M. Main - 1880 - 506 páginas
...But that wild music burthens every bough And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. xci (104) ' I "O me, fair Friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed,... | |
 | Sidney Lanier - 1880 - 342 páginas
...That time of year thou 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, where late the sweet birds sang, the tone-color " -old " at the end of the first line does not recur until the end of the third, while... | |
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