 | William Shakespeare - 1894 - 392 str.
...brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls, all silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of...themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow ; * for store] " ie to be preserved for use." M ALONE. And nothing 'gainst time's scythe can make defence,... | |
 | Walter Jackson Bate - 2009 - 784 str.
...aspires is that which touched home to him in reading Shakespeare's sonnets two and a half years before: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd;— a resolution ("gusto" or "intensity") whereby, as the mind conceives the present, the past and future... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1980 - 172 str.
...brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls are silvered o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of...forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow, Vx, that you were yourself, but, love, you are No longer yours than you yourself here live; Against... | |
 | Bill Moore - 1987 - 180 str.
...dear! Looking in the mirror I see those trenches! I see them! Shakespeare had a word for it, always: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst...herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Born on the bier with white and bristly beard. I am sure he was punning there on bier . . . the conveyance... | |
 | 460 str.
...brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of...in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beardunbless: ie, not bless with uneared: unplowcd. motherhood. fond: foolish. Then of thy beauty do... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 220 str.
...past prime, And sable curls all sil ver d o'er with white: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, 5 Which erst from heat did canopy the herd And Summer's...question make That thou among the wastes of time must go, 10 Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsa\c, And die as fast as they see others grow, And nothing... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 212 str.
...brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of...girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and brisdy beard; Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since... | |
 | Andrew Bennett - 1994 - 272 str.
...Hark ye! When lofty trees I see barren of leaves erst Which <not> from heat did canopy the he<a>rd, And Summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard. He has left nothing to say about nothing or any thing : for look at Snails, you know what he says about... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 196 str.
...in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls ensilvered o'er with white; 5 When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst...bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make 10 That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And... | |
 | Willard Spiegelman - 1995 - 234 str.
...borne? Hark ye! When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which not [sic] from heat did canopy the heard, And Summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard. He has left nothing to say about nothing or any thing. (Letters, 1:188-89) It is often tempting, and... | |
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When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard... 
