 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.  Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce ... - Sayfa 57Thomas Lyle tarafından - 1827 - 250 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 598 sayfa
...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. Sweet...Thy 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... | |
 | 1839 - 1092 sayfa
...following short poem. The last verse is, I confess, very inferior to the former. VIRTUE. "Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth..."Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave. Bids the r.ish gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever hi it* grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Sir John Hawkins, John Hawkins - 1822 - 490 sayfa
...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,...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 594 sayfa
...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,...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... | |
 | Izaak Walton, John Hawkins - 1822 - 486 sayfa
...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,...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... | |
 | 1822 - 592 sayfa
...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.... | |
 | 1822 - 796 sayfa
...Whatever future sins should me miscall Your first acquaintance might discredit all. VIRTUE. 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 612 sayfa
...dews shall weep thy fall to-night ; 1'or thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, 15ids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave, Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews you have... | |
 | 1822 - 418 sayfa
...earliest bloom. ON A DAY IN SPRING. BISHOP HOBIIE. SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, Bridal of earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, — For thou, alas ! must die. Sweet rose, in air whose odours wave, And colour charms the eye, Thy root is ever... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Sir John Hawkins, John Hawkins - 1822 - 494 sayfa
...shall weep thy fall to-night, for ihou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the r*sh gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, and them must dio. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and rests, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music... | |
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