 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 - 第 62 頁William Shakespeare 著 - 1826 - 830 頁完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | John Keats - 1883 - 416 頁
...said unintentionally — in the intensity of working out conceits. Is this to be borne ? Hark ye ! When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the head, He has left nothing to say about nothing or anything : for look at snails — you know what he... | |
 | Henry Nicholson Ellacombe - 1884 - 464 頁
...when he lived, his breath and beauty set Gloss on the Rose, smell to the Violet. Ibid. (936). (17) When I behold the Violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and... | |
 | James Turner (of Birmingham.) - 1885 - 22 頁
...is a very fine sample of this feature : When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the...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 go,... | |
 | William Minto - 1885 - 436 頁
...contemporaries ? In Sonnet XII. we find the following picture of the mournful time of the year : — When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst...sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard. The aspects here presented correspond very closely with the aspects in Phaeton's sonnet, the succinct... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1887 - 888 頁
...print more, not 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 violet past prime, And sable curls all silver 'a o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | David M. Main - 1886 - 342 頁
...' Thou single wilt prove none. " T Tl 7HEN 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 silvered o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1887 - 276 頁
...not let that copy die. ALL THINGS FADE VXTHEN 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 silver' d o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1887 - 532 頁
...94, 95: and the green corn llath rotted ere his ifntttli attain da BEAKD. Compare Sonnet xil. 7, 8: And summer's green all girded up in sheaves. Borne on the bier with white and bristly btard. 93. Lines 98, 09: The nine men'* inorrin ixfill'd up uith mud. And the quaint maze* in the icantun... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1890 - 620 頁
...more, not 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...and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make,7 That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,... | |
 | John Keats - 1889 - 546 頁
...borne ? Hark ye ! When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the head, And Summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly head. He has left nothing to say about nothing or anything : for look at snails — you know what he... | |
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