...But that wild music hurdens every hough, 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 hrings forth, That having such a scope to shew her pride, The argument,...

..." 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." J But here we also see the difference between the two poets. S.hakspere's comparison of his declining...

...But that wild music butdens 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,...

...When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare min'd torious and tyrannical duncery no free and splendid wit can flourish. Neither do I A« after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self,...

...72. 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 scest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth...

...— That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those 0c sorst the twilight of such day, As after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth...

...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. —102. Alack ! what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The...

...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. • in. Alack! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,...

...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. CHI. Alack! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,...

...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. CIIL Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,...