 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....  English country life, by Martingale - Page 33by James White - 1843 - 80 pagesFull view - About this book
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...day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ; Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to night, for thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry...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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 | Susan Ferrier - 1818 - 358 pages
...weep thy fall 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;...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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...day ! so cpol, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to night, For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue,...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 pages
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 | Christianity - 1822 - 792 pages
...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...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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...calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ; Sweet clews shall weep thy fall to-nieht ; íor thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave,...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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...calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night, for ihou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,...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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...rose, whose hue angry and brave, 15ids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave, Sweet spring, full of sweet days and 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,... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - Fishing - 1824 - 518 pages
...Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in it's 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... | |
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