 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...  New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register - Side 473redigert av - 1822Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | 1808 - 506 sider
...dews 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 lie ; My... | |
 | 1816 - 420 sider
...dews 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 lie; My... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 326 sider
...The dew shall weep thy fall to night, For them must dye ! Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must dye ! Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A nest, where sweets compacted lie... | |
 | 1838 - 794 sider
...angry and brave Bids the rath gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou rnuit die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And ull must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1819 - 364 sider
...dews 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 lie,... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1821 - 402 sider
...and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his ey« : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1821 - 398 sider
...and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — .And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
 | 1821 - 400 sider
...and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
 | 1821 - 398 sider
...and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Sir John Hawkins, John Hawkins - 1822 - 490 sider
...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...compacted lie; My music shews you have your closes, iu<d all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, * But when the... | |
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