 | George Herbert - 1853 - 424 pages
...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 - Literature - 1853 - 472 pages
...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 - 764 pages
...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 - 372 pages
...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 - English poetry - 1853 - 372 pages
...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... | |
 | American poetry - 1854 - 456 pages
...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 - Fishing - 1854 - 348 pages
...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 - 766 pages
...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... | |
 | American poetry - 1855 - 458 pages
...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 - American poetry - 1855 - 452 pages
...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... 
