 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 стор.
...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...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 стор.
...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...music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Some exquisite ' Lines written in Early Spring,' by Mr. Wordsworth, may be seen in his ' Poems,' vol.... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1818 - 358 стор.
...to night, For thou must (lit. 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...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 стор.
...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...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 стор.
...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... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1821 - 398 стор.
...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...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 - 400 стор.
...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...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 стор.
...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...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 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 594 стор.
...to-nieht ; íor 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...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,... | |
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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... 
