 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....  Lives of Sacred Poets - Page 267by Robert Aris Willmott - 1834 - 363 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Poetry - 1808 - 506 pages
...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 lie ; My music shews you have your closes, and all must die* Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
 | Almanacs, English - 1816 - 420 pages
...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 lie; My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Some exquisite ' Lines written in Early Spring,' by Mr. Wordsworth,... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1818 - 358 pages
...the ra»h 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 lie, My music shews you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
 | 1838 - 794 pages
...the rath gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou rnuit die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And ull must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1819 - 364 pages
...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 lie, My music shews you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber,... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - Bibliography - 1821 - 402 pages
...rash gazer wipe his ey« : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1821 - 398 pages
...rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — .And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never... | |
 | Books - 1821 - 398 pages
...rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never... | |
 | Books - 1821 - 400 pages
...rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in the grave, — And thou must die. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses : A box where sweets compacted lie : My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never... | |
 | 1822 - 796 pages
...Sweet Spring, full of 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...timber, never gives ; But, though the whole world turn to coal. Then chiefly lives. THE BRITISH CHURCH. I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments,... | |
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