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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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Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].

Gems - 1841
...die. Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in the grave; And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet...all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul Like seasoned timber never gives ; But though the whole world turn to a coal, Then chiefly lives. THE QUIP....
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Hymns and Anthems

William Johnson Fox - 1841 - 100 ÆäÀÌÁö
...thy fall to-night, For thou must die ! Sweet rose ! in air whose odours wave, And colour charms the eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die ! Sweet spring ! of days and roses made, Whose charms for beauty vie ; Thy days depart, thy roses fade, For thou must...
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The Temple: And the Country Parson

George Herbert - 1842 - 369 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...roses ; A box, where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews ye have your closes : — And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber,...
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The Eton School Magazine

1842
...to-night, And thou must die : Sweet Rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bid 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 ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber,...
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The Complete Angler: Or, Contemplative Man's Recreation, Being a Discourse ...

Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1842 - 396 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets comparted lie ; My music shews you have your closes, — and all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous...
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Poems

Thomas Powell - 1842 - 338 ÆäÀÌÁö
...For thou must die." • " Sweet rose " — whose fragrance now I crave, To glad my sense and joy mine eye, " Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die." Sweet spring — so full of shine and showers, It makes the weary spirit sigh, To think, with all thy herbs and...
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English country life, by Martingale

James White - 1843 - 80 ÆäÀÌÁö
...at 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 earth turns to coal— Then chiefly lives."* * Herbert....
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English Country Life

Martingale - 1843 - 288 ÆäÀÌÁö
...at 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 earth turns to coal— Then chiefly lives."* * Herbert....
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Perennial Flowers

1843 - 172 ÆäÀÌÁö
...fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet Rosei 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 show's you have your closes, And all must die.Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timbef,...
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The Complete Angler: Or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation

Izaak Walton - 1844 - 418 ÆäÀÌÁö
...Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in it's grave, And thou must die! Sweet Spring, full of sweet...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,...
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