 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....  Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ... - Стр. 231редактор(ы): - 1876Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - Страниц: 506
...cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ; Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to night, for thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and...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... | |
 | 1816 - Страниц: 420
...divine HERBERT:— Sweet day ! so cool, so calm, so bright; The bridal of the earth and sky, Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die....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,'... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1818 - Страниц: 358
...weep thy fall to night, For thou must (lit. Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the ra»h gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave;...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... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1819 - Страниц: 364
...cpol, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to night, For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and...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... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Sir John Hawkins, John Hawkins - 1822 - Страниц: 490
...Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, Sweet dews shall weep thy fail to-night, for thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue,...days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie; My music shews you have your closes, iu<d all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd... | |
 | 1822 - Страниц: 796
...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...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 virtuous soul, Like season'd... | |
 | 1822 - Страниц: 600
...other brace oftrouts." Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die....thou must die. , Sweet spring, full of sweet days and ros^s. A box where sweets compacted He ; My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - Страниц: 594
...calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ; Sweet clews shall weep thy fall to-nieht ; íor thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave,...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... | |
 | Izaak Walton, John Hawkins - 1822 - Страниц: 486
...calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night, for ihou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - Страниц: 598
...other brace of fronts." Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die....root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet ipring, full of meet days and rosei, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews you have your... | |
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