 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 seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth...  The Works of Shakespeare ... - Seite 163von William Shakespeare - 1883Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 406 Seiten
...seest the twilight of such day [sang. As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black death doth take away, Death's second self that seals up...doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 470 Seiten
...seest the twilight of such day [sang. As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black death doth take away, Death's second self that seals up...doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, . Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 402 Seiten
...seest the twilight of such day [sang. As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black death doth take away, Death's second self that seals up...doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | 1823 - 598 Seiten
...As after sunset fadeth in the West, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish-'d by. This thou percelv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 598 Seiten
...As after sunset fadcth in the West, Which by and by black night doth lake away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing...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,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 596 Seiten
...sunset fadeth in the West, . Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, thai seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 Seiten
...and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals op all in rest. In me tbou aeest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his...Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This tbou pereeiv'st which makes thy love more strong. To love that well which tbou must leave ere long.... | |
 | Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 240 Seiten
...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,...To love that well which thou must leave ere long. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. WHY is my verse so barren of new pride ? So far from variation or quick change... | |
 | 1833 - 240 Seiten
...SHAKESPEARE. 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,...thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, 70 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. WHY is my verse so barren of new pride ? So far from variation or quick change... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1835 - 570 Seiten
..." 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...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,... | |
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