...among ourselves ? Before deciding too peremptorily, recall Shakspeare's lines — " TVhen I behold The summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ;'' and still more remarkably in a cognate subject-matter. There may be sermons in stones, and good...

...shouldst print more, nor let that copy die. 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 a silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...

...print more, nor let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time. And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the...beard ; — Then of thy beauty do I question make, That.thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die...

...though it would not contend with the common herd of birds any longer. And here is tho other picture : " Summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard." — Sonnet 12. And be it remembered that all these scenes are not bits of mere description, but are...

...in pensive imagery.: — " When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day hung 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...

...see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls allb ; not to give it away to his daughters, and leave...So kind a father ! — Be my horses ready ? FOOL. tho wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they...

...print more, nor let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the allb silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...

...print more, nor let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the allb silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...

...his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything," '.o the last days of autumn, when he saw " The summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly board." A pleasanter residence than Stratford, independent of all the early associations which endeared...

...print more, nor let that copy die. XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the...herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves. Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and...