 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 ... - Pagina 231geredigeerd door - 1876Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 pagina’s
...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 - 420 pagina’s
...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 - 358 pagina’s
...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 - 364 pagina’s
...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 - 490 pagina’s
...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 - 796 pagina’s
...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 - 600 pagina’s
...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 - 594 pagina’s
...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 - 486 pagina’s
...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 - 598 pagina’s
...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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