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 SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, 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....  Essays and Thoughts on Various Subjects, and from Various Authors, &c ... - Page 277 by George Horne - 1808 - 295 pages Full view -
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