 | 1822 - 792 pages
...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 lie ; My music shews... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 594 pages
...shall weep thy fall 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 die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie; My music shews... | |
 | 1822 - 600 pages
...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 ros^s. A box where sweets compacted He ; My music... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Sir John Hawkins, John Hawkins - 1822 - 494 pages
...shall weep thy fall to-night, for ihou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the r*sh gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, and them must dio. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and rests, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music... | |
 | 1823 - 736 pages
...shall weep 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, full of sweet days and Hoses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Musick... | |
 | 1823 - 684 pages
...shall weep 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, full of sweet days and Hoses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Musick... | |
 | John Mitford - 1827 - 360 pages
...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 lie ; My music... | |
 | Thomas Lyle - 1827 - 272 pages
...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. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives; But though the whole world... | |
 | Ancient ballads - 1827 - 270 pages
...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. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasou'd timber, never gives; But though the whole world... | |
 | 1828 - 814 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 ! Gay spring ! so full of sweets and bloom, A casket stored with every joy ; Thy evening music... | |
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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... 
