...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 herd, i And Summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard. ' "......

...night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with wh_itej SONNETS 139 When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's gr^cn all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do...

...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...canopy the herd, And summer's green, all girded up hi sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard; Then of thy beauty do I question make,...

...exclaims Keats in a letter, quoting from the Sonnets : When lofty trees I see barren of leaves That erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green...Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard... (Sonnet 12.) He had indeed inherited this peculiar power of arresting every word in its course and...

...exclaims Keats in a letter, quoting from the Sonnets : When lofty trees I see barren of leaves That erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green...Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard... (Sonnet 12.) He had indeed inherited this peculiar power of arresting every word in its course and...

...aspires is that which touched home to him in reading Shakespeare's sonnets two and a half years before: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd;— a resolution ("gusto" or "intensity") whereby, as the mind conceives the present, the past and future...

...dear! Looking in the mirror I see those trenches! I see them! Shakespeare had a word for it, always: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst...herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Born on the bier with white and bristly beard. I am sure he was punning there on bier . . . the conveyance...

...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...in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beardunbless: ie, not bless with uneared: unplowcd. motherhood. fond: foolish. Then of thy beauty do...

...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 brisdy beard; Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since...

...Hark ye! When lofty trees I see barren of leaves erst Which <not> from heat did canopy the he<a>rd, And Summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard. He has left nothing to say about nothing or any thing : for look at Snails, you know what he says about...