...that April wears: But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee! SONNETS. WBEM I do count the clock, that tells the time, And see...sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prune, And sable curls all slver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which...

...should'st print more, nor let that copy die. SONNET XII. WHEN I do count the clock that tells the tarn« And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ¿ When...behold the violet past prime, And sable curls, all silver1«) o'or with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from hrat did canopy...

...She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby, Thou should'st print more, not let that copy die. When I do count the clock, that tells the time, And...When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls are silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy...

...MALONE. So, in Hamlet: " His beard was, as I've seen it in his life, " A sable silver'd." STEEVENS. « When lofty TREES I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did CANOPY the herd,] So, in A Midsummer-Night's Dream : And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with...

...more, nor let that copy die. 86 SONNETS. XII. When I do count tbe clock (hat tells tiie time, And sec the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold...curls, all silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees 1 see barren of leaves. Which erst from beat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up...

...beauty still Attending on his golden pilgrimage." Scarcely less delightful is the following passage : " When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...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...

...Scarcely less delightful is the following passage : " When I do count the clock that tells thetime, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When...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...

...beauty still Attending on his golden pilgrimage." Scarcely less beautiful are the following lines : " When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...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...

...beauty still Attending on his golden pilgrimage." Scarcely less beautiful are the following lines : " When I do count the clock that tells the time, And...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...

...beauty still Attending on his golden pilgrimage." Scarcely less beautiful are the following lines : " When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk iu hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white...