 That time of year thou mayst 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 see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth...  Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose - Page 144edited by - 1910 - 756 pagesFull view - About this book
 | English poetry - 1833 - 240 pages
...hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1835 - 570 pages
...hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare, ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As...whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by !] This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou... | |
 | Garland - English poetry - 1836 - 246 pages
...Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, — Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As,...whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou... | |
 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - English literature - 1836 - 382 pages
...hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As,...in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire As on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pages
...hang, Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As...whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. Poena. 779 An apostrophe to his soul. Poor Soui, the centre of my sinful earth," Fool'd... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - English language - 1839 - 482 pages
...Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, — Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day,...whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 pages
...hang, Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where Jate the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As...whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. Poems. 779 An apostrophe to his soul. Poor SOUL, the centre of my sinful earth,* Fool'd... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 714 pages
...hang, Upon those boughs that shake against the cold Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As...of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it doth expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 364 pages
...hang, Upon those boughs that shake against the cold Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As...of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it doth expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - English literature - 1840 - 370 pages
...hang, Upon those boughs that shake against the cold Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As...of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it doth expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love... | |
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