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.... Lives of Sacred Poets - Sida 267efter Robert Aris Willmott - 1834 - 363 sidorObegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
| 1808 - 506 sidor
...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 shews you have your closes, and all must die* Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
| 1816 - 420 sidor
...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 you have your closes, And all must die. Some exquisite ' Lines written in Early Spring,' by Mr. Wordsworth,... | |
| Susan Ferrier - 1818 - 358 sidor
...the ra»h 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 shews you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
| 1838 - 794 sidor
...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 gives ; But though the whole... | |
| Susan Ferrier - 1819 - 364 sidor
...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 shews you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
| Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1821 - 402 sidor
...rash gazer wipe his ey« : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never... | |
| Henry Southern - 1821 - 398 sidor
...rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — .And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never... | |
| 1821 - 398 sidor
...rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never... | |
| 1821 - 400 sidor
...rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never... | |
| 1822 - 796 sidor
...Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses A box, where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews ye have have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and...timber, never gives ; But, though the whole world turn to coal. Then chiefly lives. THE BRITISH CHURCH. I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments,... | |
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