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" 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. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted... "
New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register - Page 473
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Lives of Sacred Poets, Volume 1

Robert Aris Willmott - Poets, English - 1834 - 408 pages
...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. Sweet spring, fiill of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My...
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Biographia Literaria: Or, Biographical Sketches of My Literary ..., Volumes 1-2

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Criticism - 1834 - 360 pages
...The dew shall weep thy fall to night, For thou must dye ! Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must dye ! Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A nest, where sweets compacted lie...
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The Royal Lady's Magazine, Volume 1

Great Britain - 1834 - 404 pages
...meditated upon that exquisite old poem of Herbert's — Sweet rose, whose stem, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave — And thou must die 1 Their store of supplies did not seem very abundant : there was a small basket...
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Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Volume 21

Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing - Christianity - 1835 - 402 pages
...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. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie,—...
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A Collection, in Prose and Verse, for the Use of Schools

Andrew Thomson - Readers - 1835 - 302 pages
...thou must die. (j ' i li. . •,.••'• .•'•.•••! '" i" J" .-••:. !.i !•.-.*: » Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses ; A box where sweets compacted lje\; :• ' •:» My music shows ye have-your closes ;— ' "-.'- - VV .-if .,i i.- And all must...
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The Works of George Herbert, Volume 2

George Herbert - 1838 - 406 pages
...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. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My...
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The Book of Gems: Chaucer to Prior

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1836 - 336 pages
...The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hew angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses, A box where sweets compaeted lie, Thy...
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Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of ..., Volume 1

Giles Fletcher - English poetry - 1836 - 400 pages
...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. Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie,...
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The Child's Universalist Companion: Consisting of Stories, Hymns, &c ...

Daniel D. Smith - 1836 - 244 pages
...dews shall weep thy fall to-night, For tbou 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. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, Thy...
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The Book of Gems: Chaucer to Prior

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1836 - 390 pages
...The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hew angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses, A box where sweets compaeted lie, Thy...
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