 | 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...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 ros^s. A box where sweets compacted He ; My music... | |
 | 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 792
...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 music shews... | |
 | 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 736
...weep thy fall to night ; For thou 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 Hoses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Musick... | |
 | 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 684
...thy fall to night ; For thou 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 Hoses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Musick... | |
 | Thomas Lyle - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 272
...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. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives; But though the whole world... | |
 | Ancient ballads - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 270
...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. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasou'd timber, never gives; But though the whole world... | |
 | John Mitford - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...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 music... | |
 | 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 814
...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 ! Gay spring ! so full of sweets and bloom, A casket stored with every joy ; Thy evening music... | |
 | 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...dews shall weep thy fall to-night — 186 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 music shews... | |
 | 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 406
...weep thy fall tonight, 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 (lie. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows... | |
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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... 
