 The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted...  The United States Literary Gazette - Página 1571825Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1824 - 512 páginas
...die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews you have your closes, and all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous son!, Like season' d timber never gives, But when the whole world turns to coal, then chiefly lives.... | |
 | 1823 - 684 páginas
..." Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and Hoses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Musick shews ye have your closes, And all must die. " Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives." — p.80.... | |
 | John Mitford - 1827 - 360 páginas
...fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must...roses, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and vertuous soul, Like season'd timber never... | |
 | John Mitford - 1827 - 358 páginas
...to-night, For Ihou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his «ye : Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die....roses, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and vertuous soul, Like season'd timber never... | |
 | Thomas Lyle - 1827 - 272 páginas
...fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye; Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn... | |
 | Ancient ballads - 1827 - 270 páginas
...fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye; Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasou'd timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn... | |
 | 1828 - 398 páginas
...to-night ; — For thou must die' Sweet Rows ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe bis eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave ; — And thou...roses ; A box, where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews ye have your closes : — And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
 | 1828 - 814 páginas
...night ; For thou must die ! Sweet rose ! — whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die ! Gay spring ! so full of sweets and bloom, A casket stored with every joy ; Thy evening music tolls... | |
 | Henry Neele - 1830 - 582 páginas
...Sweet Rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in it's grave, And thou must die ! Sweet Spring ! full of...roses, A box, where sweets compacted lie ; My Music shews you have your closes, And all must die ' ENGLISH POETRY. 208 Only a sweet and virtuous Soul,... | |
 | Henry Neele - 1830 - 586 páginas
...hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in it's grave, And thou mast die ! Sweet Spring ! full of sweet days and roses, A box, where sweets compacted lie ; My Music shews you have your closes, And all must die ! Only a sweet and virtuous Soul, Like season'd timber... | |
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