 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...  The United States Literary Gazette - Strana 1691825Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 str.
...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...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,... | |
 | 1816 - 420 str.
...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...sweets compacted lie; My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Some exquisite ' Lines written in Early Spring,' by Mr. Wordsworth, may be... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1818 - 358 str.
...Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the ra»h gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave; And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet...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,... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1819 - 364 str.
...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...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,... | |
 | 1838 - 794 str.
...hue 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, never... | |
 | 1821 - 398 str.
...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. Sweet spring ! full...sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But, though... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1821 - 398 str.
...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. Sweet spring ! full...sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But, though... | |
 | 1821 - 400 str.
...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. Sweet spring ! full...sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But, though... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1821 - 402 str.
...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. Sweet spring ! full...sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But, though... | |
 | 1822 - 796 str.
...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...roses A box, where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews ye have have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
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