 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - Počet stránok 746
...boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me then seest the twilight of such day, As after sun-set fadeth...whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou... | |
 | 1835 - Počet stránok 564
..." 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, ruin'd...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by !J This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - Počet stránok 406
...seest the twilight of such day [sang. As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black death doth take away, Death's second self that seals up...doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - Počet stránok 470
...seest the twilight of such day [sang. As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black death doth take away, Death's second self that seals up...doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, . Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - Počet stránok 402
...seest the twilight of such day [sang. As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black death doth take away, Death's second self that seals up...doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | 1823 - Počet stránok 598
...As after sunset fadeth in the West, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish-'d by. This thou percelv'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 - 1823 - Počet stránok 598
...As after sunset fadcth in the West, Which by and by black night doth lake away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed 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 - 1823 - Počet stránok 596
...sunset fadeth in the West, . Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, thai seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing...doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Počet stránok 216
...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 ruin'd choirs,...of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it mnst expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perccivest , which makes thy love... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - Počet stránok 638
...and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals op all in rest. In me tbou aeest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his...Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This tbou pereeiv'st which makes thy love more strong. To love that well which tbou must leave ere long.... | |
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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 ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth... 
