 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 274
...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 shows... | |
 | 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 410
...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... | |
 | Caleb Cushing - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 326
...fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, all bright 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 loses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...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 roses, A nest, where sweets compacted lie : My music... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...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, fiill of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows... | |
 | 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 404
...that exquisite old poem of Herbert's — Sweet rose, whose stem, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave — And thou must die 1 Their store of supplies did not seem very abundant : there was a small basket of delicate... | |
 | Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 402
...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... | |
 | Daniel D. Smith - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 244
...weep thy fall to-night, For tbou 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, Thy music shows... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 390
...weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hew 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 dayes and roses, A box where sweets compaeted lie, Thy musick... | |
 | Giles Fletcher - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 400
...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... | |
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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... 
