 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 str.
...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. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth! That having such a scope to shew her pride, The argument... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 str.
...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. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth ! That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 str.
...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. In me thou serst the twilight of such day, As after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 str.
...THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold Wheu 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 then seest the twilight of such day, As after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 str.
...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.^ Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth ! That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 str.
...But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grow common lose their dear delight. Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth ! That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1817 - 708 str.
...Thai 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,...In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sun-bet fadeth in the west In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 str.
...that wild musick burdens every bough ', And sweets grown common lose their dear delight2. 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 528 str.
...That time nfyear in me thou may'st 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." Are not these lines almost a paraphrase on the contested part of the passage before us ? He who could... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 598 str.
...or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, wheie late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadcth in the West, Which by and by black night doth lake away, Death's second-self, that seals up... | |
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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. 
