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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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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, fiill of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes,...
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The Royal Lady's Magazine, 1±Ç

1834
...exquisite old poem of Herbert's — Sweet rose, whose stem, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave — And thou must die 1 Their store of supplies did not seem very abundant : there was a small basket of delicate workmanship,...
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Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, 21±Ç

Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing - 1835
...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...box where sweets compacted lie,— My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never...
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A Collection, in Prose and Verse, for the Use of Schools

Andrew Thomson - 1835 - 280 ÆäÀÌÁö
...thou must die. (j ' i li. . •,.••'• .•'•.•••! '" i" J" .-••:. !.i !•.-.*: » Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses ; A box where sweets compacted lje\; :• ' •:» My music shows ye have-your closes ;— ' "-.'- - VV .-if .,i i.- And all must...
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The Works of George Herbert, 2±Ç

George Herbert - 1838
...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...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 season'd timber, never...
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Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of Giles ..., 1±Ç

Giles Fletcher - 1836
...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...box where sweets compacted lie, — My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never...
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The Child's Universalist Companion: Consisting of Stories, Hymns, &c ...

Daniel D. Smith - 1836 - 224 ÆäÀÌÁö
...fall to-night, For tbou 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...days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, Thy music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned...
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The Book of Gems: Chaucer to Prior

Samuel Carter Hall - 1836
...fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hew 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 dayes and roses, A box where sweets compaeted lie, Thy musick shows ye have your closes, And all must...
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The Book of Gems: Chaucer to Prior

Samuel Carter Hall - 1836
...fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hew 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 dayes and roses, A box where sweets compaeted lie, Thy musick shows ye have your closes, And all must...
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The complete angler; or, Contemplative man's recreation

Izaak Walton - 1836
...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, foil of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews you have your closes...
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