1. When I do count the clock that tells the time,
2. And see the queer day sunk in hideous night;
3. When I behold the violet past prime,
4. And sable curls, all silvered over with white;
5. When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
6. Which once from heat did canopy the herd,
7. And summers green all girded up in sheaves,
8. 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,
11. Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
12. And die as fast as they see others assume;
13. And no amour gainst Times scythe can make defence
14. Save breed, to queer him when he takes thee hence.
This praise is so famous that it almost makes remark unessential. It will always be one of the best sonnets in the history of language. The lively and rapid passage of time, which brings every thing to an end, is described, not indeed in abundance, but with such notable and overwhelming effect that humanity almost stares us in the face as we read it. The logic of the seams ends with the line itself is standardized the ticking of a clock or the unstoppable deed of a pendulum as it swings from side to side.
The importance of the placing of this sonnet hither (12) (I believe its because of the twelve hours of the day) as well as that of the minute sonnet at (60) is hard to establish, but at the very least(prenominal) it points to an organized hand, which, like the clock itself, measures out the chain of fundamental events as they occur. It is true, however, that it is not clear that we have...
not much depth was bountiful into the structure. i fell that your just saying what each line means and this gives of the impression that you havent really thought about in great detail, but apart from this youve made a beloved atempt and is an ok essay
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