 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 470 psl.
...dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. » SHAKSPEARE. THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or few or none, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds In me thou... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 402 psl.
...thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. SHAKSPEARE. THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or few or none, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds In me thou... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 406 psl.
...thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. SHAKSPEAJIE. THAT time of year.thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or few or none, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds In me thou... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1868 - 766 psl.
...melancholy of autumn or the gladness of spring alike pathetic : — " That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or few, or none, do hang Upon those boughs that shake against the cold. Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang." Or again... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 psl.
..." 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 ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang." " // thou hadst not been born the worst of men, Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer."— Act IV.,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 psl.
...time of year thou mayst in me hehold, When yellow leaves, or none or few, do hang Upon those houghs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet hirds sang. In me thou scest the twilight of such day As after sun-set fadeth in the west ; Which hy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 458 psl.
...That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou scest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth... | |
 | Christopher Wordsworth - 1851 - 540 psl.
...fifty (I am now near the close of my sixty-fifth year), wrote, " In me that time of life thou dost behold, When yellow leaves, or few, or none, do hang Upon the bough." ' How much more reason have we to break out into such a strain ! Let me hear from you from... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1852 - 366 psl.
...That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou secst the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadetii in the west; Which by and by black night doth... | |
 | William Spalding - 1853 - 446 psl.
...exquisite. Not a few of our other poets * WILLIAM SHAK8PEAEE. A Sonnet. That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or few, or none, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In... | |
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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 ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. 
