 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....  Selections from the British Poets - Página 491840Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1822 - 600 páginas
...and walk to the river and sit down quietly, and try to catch, the other brace oftrouts." Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth...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 - 598 páginas
...and walk to the river and sit down quietly, and try to catch the other brace of fronts." Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth...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... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Sir John Hawkins, John Hawkins - 1822 - 490 páginas
...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,...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 timber,... | |
 | 1822 - 796 páginas
...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...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 timber,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 594 páginas
...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,...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,... | |
 | 1822 - 592 páginas
...calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; Sweet dews shall weep thy tall to-ni^lu . Forthou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids...rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grsve, And thou must die . 4029. is a small MS. on paper, containing a variety of tales in Latin. Mr.... | |
 | Izaak Walton, John Hawkins - 1822 - 486 páginas
...and walk to the river and sit down quietly, and try to catch the other brace of Trouts. Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth...sky, Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night, for ihou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is... | |
 | 1823 - 736 páginas
...bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to night ; For thou must dye. "Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash...eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must dye. " Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and Hoses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Musick shews... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1824 - 512 páginas
...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...Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in it's grave, and thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1824 - 518 páginas
...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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