 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 ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, ' for store, ie to be preserved for...  The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare - Strana 62autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1826 - 830 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1855 - 804 str.
...among ourselves ? Before deciding too peremptorily, recall Shakspeare's lines — " TVhen I behold The summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ;'' and still more remarkably in a cognate subject-matter. There may be sermons in stones, and good... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 424 str.
...shouldst print more, nor let that copy die. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls, all a silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 336 str.
...print more, nor let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time. And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the...beard ; — Then of thy beauty do I question make, That.thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die... | |
 | 1857 - 592 str.
...though it would not contend with the common herd of birds any longer. And here is tho other picture : " Summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard." — Sonnet 12. And be it remembered that all these scenes are not bits of mere description, but are... | |
 | 1859 - 540 str.
...in pensive imagery.: — " When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day hung 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 leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 836 str.
...see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls allb ; not to give it away to his daughters, and leave...So kind a father ! — Be my horses ready ? FOOL. tho wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 str.
...print more, nor let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the allb silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 str.
...print more, nor let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the allb silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1860 - 576 str.
...his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything," '.o the last days of autumn, when he saw " The summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly board." A pleasanter residence than Stratford, independent of all the early associations which endeared... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 str.
...print more, nor let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the...herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves. Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and... | |
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