A Book of old English love songs . HAT time of year thou mayst in mebeholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few,do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruind choirs, where late the sweetbirds sang: In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Deaths second self, that seals up all in rest: In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,That on the ashes of his youth doth lieAs the death-bed whereon it must expire,Consumed with that which it was nourish*d by: This thou perceivst, which makes thy love more stron
A Book of old English love songs . HAT time of year thou mayst in mebeholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few,do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruind choirs, where late the sweetbirds sang: In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Deaths second self, that seals up all in rest: In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,That on the ashes of his youth doth lieAs the death-bed whereon it must expire,Consumed with that which it was nourish*d by: This thou perceivst, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well which thou must leave ere long. _ William Shakespeare. [53]. ET me not to the marriage of truemindsAdmit impediments. Love is notloveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to re- move : O no ! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests, and is nevershaken; It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worths unknown, although his heightbe taken. Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickles compass come; [54]
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