...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...sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard. SHAKSPEARE : Sonnet XII. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast...

...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...summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the hier with white and bristly beard ; — Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among 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 herd, And summer' s green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy...

...Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain.' 95. a beard. Malone quotes Sonnet xii. 8 : ' And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard.' 97. fatted, fattened. Compare Hamlet, ii. 2. 607 : ' I should have fatted all the region kites With...

...brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered ch-steeple we heard the half-chime, — So Joris broke silence with " Yet there is time ! " giixled up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question...

...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 the --4ierd, And summer's green, all girded up •in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly...

...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...

...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...

...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...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,...

...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...