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..." That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs,...the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd...

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..." That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare, ruin'd...the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd...

...That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs,...Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of tuch fire, That on the ashes...

...That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs,...Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of tuch fire, That on the ashes...

...That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs,...Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second-self, thai seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes...

...That time of year thou may'st in me behold ' When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs,...the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it mnst expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd...

...That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs,...the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd...