 | George Herbert - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...weep thy fall to-night; For thou muft die. Sweet Rofe, whofe hue angry and brave Bids the rafh gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou...Spring, full of fweet days and rofes, A box where fweets compared lie, My Mufic fhows ye have your clofes, And all muft die. Only a fweet and virtuous... | |
 | George Herbert, William Jerdan - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 472
...weep thy fall to-night ; For thou muft die. Sweet rofe, whofe hue angry and brave Bids the rafh gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou muft die. Sweet fpring, full of fweet days and rofes, A box where fweets compacted lie, My Mufic fhows ye have your... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 764
...quoted is at p. 274 of the edit. — SC] Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must dic. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box, where sweets compacted lic : My music... | |
 | George Herbert - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...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... | |
 | George Herbert, George Gilfillan - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...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... | |
 | 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 456
...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, Thy music shows... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...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 when the whole world... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 766
...po«m quoted is at p. 274 of the edit.— SC] 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... | |
 | 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...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 bos where sweets compacted lie, Thy music... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 452
...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, Thy 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... 
