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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... "
The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue - Page 78
by George Herbert - 1709
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Advanced Reading Book: Literary and Scientific

Advanced reading book - Readers - 1860 - 458 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...
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The Chapel of St. John; Or, a Life of Faith in the Nineteenth Century

Kenelm Henry Digby - 1861 - 402 pages
...thy fall to-night, For thou must dye ! " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must dye ! " Sweet spring, fuH of sweet days and roses, A nest, where sweets compacted lie ; My music...
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Sunbeams for all seasons; counsels, cautions, and precepts &c

Sunbeams - 1861 - 368 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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A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 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, Thy music shows...
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The poets of the Elizabethan age, a selection of their most celebrated songs ...

Elizabethan age - 1862 - 150 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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Gleanings from the English poets, Chaucer to Tennyson, with biogr. notices ...

English poets - 1862 - 626 pages
...weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angrie 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 dayes and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My musick...
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The Poetical Works of George Herbert: With a Memoir of the Author, & Notes

George Herbert - 1863 - 372 pages
...thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angrie and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. * Piscator. — "And now, scholar ! My direction for thy fishing is ended with this shower,...
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Early English poems, Chaucer to Pope

English poems - 1863 - 364 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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Golden gleanings, a selection from the poets devotional and moral

Golden gleanings - 1863 - 342 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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Early English Poems, Chaucer to Pope: Chiefly Unabridged; Illustrated with ...

English poetry - 1863 - 478 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...
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