 | 1823 - 598 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. • Jn me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the West, Which by and by black... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 str.
...That time of year thou may'st in me behold U In n yellow leaves, or none, or few, do bang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs,...thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sun-set fudetu in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals op... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 str.
...But that wild music hurthens 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,... | |
 | Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 240 str.
...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. WILLIAM SHAKESPEAKE. LET not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all... | |
 | Philarète Chasles - 1833 - 442 str.
...thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which skake against the cold , Bare ruin'd choirs , where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou serai the twilight of such day , As after sun-set fadeth in the west , Which and by black night doth... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 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. GUI. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 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. cm. Alack ! what poverty my Muse brings forth ; That, having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1843 - 970 str.
...That time of year thou may'st in me hehold 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 gun-set fadeth in the west — — In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of... | |
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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. 
