...in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls ensilvered o'er with white; 5 When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst...bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make 10 That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And...

...borne? Hark ye! When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which not [sic] from heat did canopy the heard, 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. (Letters, 1:188-89) It is often tempting, and...

...full of fine things said unintentionally - in the intensity of working out conceits . . . Hark ye! When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst...sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard. "Fine things said unintentionally" - as the green of summer gives place to autumn harvesting, a personalized...

...well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear. They do but sweetly chide thee. 10543 Sonnet 12 Dismal Science. 2098 10544 Sonnet 17 If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces,...

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

...certainly since Shakespeare's sonnets, which often hold up the main clause for some considerable time: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd... or: or: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field... When...

...with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, 6 Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, 7 And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard; 9 Then of thy beauty do I question make 10 That thou among the wastes of time must go, 1 1 Since sweets...

...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...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...

...past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white; When lofty trees l see barren of leaves, 5 Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's...with white and bristly beard: Then of thy beauty do l question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, 10 Since sweets and beauties do themselves...

...forget how never-resting Time leads summer on To hideous winter, and confounds him there. (5) We watch 'summer's green all girded up in sheaves', borne on the bier 'with white and bristly beard' (12). The future promises 'winter' storms, and the 'barren rage of death's eternal cold' (13). Such...