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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... "
The United States Literary Gazette - 153 ÆäÀÌÁö
1825
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The Life of Thomas Ken, D.D., Deprived Bishop of Bath and Wells: Viewed in ...

William Lisle Bowles - 1830
...thy fall to-night — For thou must die. Sweet Spring ! Jull of sweet days and roses! My music shews you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul Then chiefly lives. Morley. — And, trust me, this song was as well sung as it is melodious, and sacred,...
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The Life of Thomas Ken, D.D.: Deprived Bishop of Bath and Wells. Viewed in ...

William Lisle Bowles - 1830
...thy fall to-night — For thou must die. Sweet Spring ! full of sweet days and roses ! My music shews you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul Then chiefly lives. Morley.—And, trust me, this song was as well sung as it is melodious, and saered,...
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The Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge

1832
...angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must (lie. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box...you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet &nd virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber never gives, But when the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly...
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Country miscellany and literary selector, 1-7È£

1832
...weep thy fall to-night — 186 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. ON HUMAN GRANDEUR. AN alehouse-keeper near Islington,...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - 1832 - 882 ÆäÀÌÁö
...die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses. A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. ROBERT HERRICK....
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The Second Reader, Or Juvenile Companion

John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 260 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber never gives, But when the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives. LESSON EIGHTY-FOURTH....
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The American Quarterly Observer, 3±Ç

1834
...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...A box, where sweets compacted lie; My music shows ye have your closes : — And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never...
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Reminiscences of Spain: The Country, Its People, History, and Monuments, 1±Ç

Caleb Cushing - 1833
...to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, all bright 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 loses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only...
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The Complete Angler, Or, Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse ...

Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1833 - 328 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 sou1, Like season'd timber, never gives, But when the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives....
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Lives of Sacred Poets, 1±Ç

Robert Aris Willmott - 1834 - 363 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 meet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, , My music shows ye have your closes, And all...
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