 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 ye have your closes. And all must die....  Recollections of a Literary Life - Strana 201autor/autoři: Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 558 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1808 - 506 str.
...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, never gives, But when the whole world turns to coal, then chiefly lives. Mr. Herbert.... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1818 - 358 str.
...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, never gives; But when the whole world rums to coal. Then chiefly lives." " That,"... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1819 - 364 str.
...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, never gives ; But when the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives." " That,"... | |
 | 1821 - 400 str.
...— For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die....all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But, though the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives. Herbert's... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1821 - 402 str.
...— For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his ey« : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die....all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But, though the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives. Herbert's... | |
 | 1821 - 398 str.
...— For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die....all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But, though the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives. Herbert's... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1821 - 398 str.
...— For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — .And thou must...all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But, though the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives. Herbert's... | |
 | 1822 - 600 str.
...And thou must die. , Sweet spring, full of sweet days and ros^s. A box where sweets compacted He ; My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But when the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives. AIR, WHF.K... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 598 str.
...must die. Sweet ipring, full of meet days and rosei, 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, never gives, But when the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives. AIR, " FLY... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Sir John Hawkins, John Hawkins - 1822 - 494 str.
...dio. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and rests, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews you have your closes, and all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasou'ii timber, never gives, But when the whole world turns to coal, then chiefly lives. and are... | |
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