 | George Herbert - 1638 - 220 страници
...(lull weep thy fill to night ; For ihou muft die. Sweet rofe,:whofe hew angry and brave Bids the rafli gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou mull die. Sweet fpring, full of fweet dayes arid ro&s, 1 A box where fweets compafted lie j My mufick... | |
 | Izaak Walton - 1653 - 306 страници
...jhal weep thy fall to night, for thou mujl die. Sweet Rofe,whofe hew angry andbrav? Bids the rajJj gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, and thou mujl die . Sweet Spring,fnloffweetdays & rofes, A box where Jweets compaSled lie ; My Mufickfoewesyou... | |
 | George Herbert - 1667 - 362 страници
...night ; . _ For thou muft die. . ." .!' -I.'-: Sweet Rofe, whofe hue angry and brave Bids the rafh gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is. ever in its grave, And thou muft dieSweet fpring, full of Tweet days and rofes, A box where fweets coi-npafted lie ; My Mufick... | |
 | George Herbert - 1709 - 376 страници
...weep thy Fall to night ; For thou muftdie. Sweet Rofe, wbofe hue angry and brave Bids the rafh Ga2er wipe his Eye, Thy Root is ever in its grave, And thou muft die. Sweet Spring, full of fweet Days and Rofes, A Box where Sweets compafted lie, My Mufick fhews... | |
 | George Herbert - 1799 - 310 страници
...fhall 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 Spring, full of fweet days and rofes, A box where fweets compafted lie, My mafic, fhews... | |
 | 1808 - 506 страници
...Shall reap the Autumn's solid joys, Nor dread the frost of Winter. Vocal Magazine. VERSES. SWEET 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 and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 326 страници
...bright, The bridal of the earth and sky : The dew shall weep thy fall to night, For them must dye ! Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash...eye : Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must dye ! Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A nest, where sweets compacted lie : My musick shews,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 страници
...bright, The bridal of the earth and sky : The dew shall weep thy fall to night, For thou must dye ! Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash...wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in its grave, And thon must dye ! Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A nest, where sweets compacted lie : My... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1818 - 358 страници
...was glad to take refuge at the harp, to which she sung the following ancient ditty:— " Sweet 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 (lit. Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the ra»h gazer wipe his... | |
 | 1838 - 794 страници
...following. VIRTUE. Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright ; The bridal of the eaith and iky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose 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... | |
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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. 
