 | Lyre - 1806 - Страниц: 208
...that April wears: But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee! SONNETS. WBEM I do count the clock, that tells the time, And see...sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prune, And sable curls all slver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - Страниц: 728
...should'st print more, nor let that copy die. SONNET XII. WHEN I do count the clock that tells the tarn« And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ¿ When...behold the violet past prime, And sable curls, all silver1«) o'or with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from hrat did canopy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - Страниц: 380
...She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby, Thou should'st print more, not let that copy die. When I do count the clock, that tells the time, And...When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls are silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - Страниц: 486
...MALONE. So, in Hamlet: " His beard was, as I've seen it in his life, " A sable silver'd." STEEVENS. « When lofty TREES I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did CANOPY the herd,] So, in A Midsummer-Night's Dream : And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - Страниц: 404
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 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - Страниц: 638
...more, nor let that copy die. 86 SONNETS. XII. When I do count tbe clock (hat tells tiie time, And sec the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold...curls, all silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees 1 see barren of leaves. Which erst from beat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up... | |
 | 1835 - Страниц: 742
...beauty still Attending on his golden pilgrimage." Scarcely less delightful is the following passage : " When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...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... | |
 | 1835 - Страниц: 746
...Scarcely less delightful is the following passage : " When I do count the clock that tells thetime, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When...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 - 1839 - Страниц: 726
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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; Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must... 
