 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 стор.
...beauty, blunt the sharp' st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things. Poemf. 144 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...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, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 стор.
...beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things. Paems. 144 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...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... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 396 стор.
...beauty still Attending on his golden pilgrimage." Scarcely less beautiful are the following lines : " When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk iu hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 714 стор.
...beauty still Attending on his golden pilgrimage." Scarcely less beautiful are the following lines : " When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day suuk in hideous night ; When I behold the violet post prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 стор.
...are " harsh, featureless, and rude," and those to whom nature has been more bountiful of beauty. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...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 - 1842 - 338 стор.
...carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby, Thou shouldst print more, nor let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...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 - 1843 - 596 стор.
...featureless, and rude," and those to whom nature has been more bountiful of beauty. VOL. VIII. I 1 XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...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... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1843 - 690 стор.
...changes incident to human life, he exclaims in a style lnflily figurative and picturesque : — •• When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...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... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1843 - 970 стор.
...disastrous changes incident to human life, he exclaims in a style highly figurative and picturesque : — " d With solemn reverence ; throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty. 1 behold the violet past prime, And sable curls, all silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 стор.
...whom nature has been more bountiful of beauty. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the tune, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When...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... | |
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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'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the... 
