 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 816 pàgines
...motley coat again. As if thou didst in this thy moonlight song Like to the melancholy JACQUES complain, * " b My life is like the summer rose Is seatter'd on the ground—to die! Yet on the rose's humble bed The... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 444 pàgines
...ye deserts and ye caves ! My native land, good-night ! BYRON. LXXIV. — THE FATE OF THE FRIENDLESS. MY life is like the summer rose, That opens to the...close Is scattered on the ground — to die ; Yet on that rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see — But... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 pàgines
...ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. WILDE. STANZAS. MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the...morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close, Is scatter'd on the ground — to die! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pàgines
...ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more. And the storm has ceased to blow. WILDE. STANZAS. MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening clo?e, Is scattcr'd on the ground — to die ! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1858 - 752 pàgines
...mercury becoming as caustic as red hot iron. MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER ROSE. My life is like the Stimmer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on thu ground to die. But on that rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if heaven... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 812 pàgines
...vpowerful; it was frozen mercury becoming as caustic as redhot iron. MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER ROSE. My life is like the summer rose That opens to the...morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scatter'd on the ground to die. Yet on that rose's humble bed The softest dews of night are shed, As... | |
 | HENRY HOWE - 1859 - 748 pàgines
...sweetest dews of night are shed. As if she wept the waste to see— But none shall weep a tear for me ! That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close, My life is like the autiimu leaf That trembles in the moou's pale ray, Its hold is frail—its date... | |
 | 1861 - 356 pàgines
...length? a minute's pause, a moment's thought. CLARE. We do live, and breathe, and we arc gone. HK WHITE. My life is like the summer rose That opens to the...ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground—to diel My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray: Its hold is... | |
 | Sunbeams - 1861 - 368 pàgines
...Think on the mighty power of awful virtue ; Think on the Providence that guards the good. Johnson. — My life is like the summer rose That opens to the...morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close, Is scatter'd on the ground to die. Yet on that rose's humble bed, The sweetest dews of night are shed,... | |
 | Henry Howe - 1861 - 844 pàgines
...New Orieans. then 1 rofessor of Law in the University of Lou isiana.; Mv life is like the summer roee That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close, Is sealtcr'd on the ground — to die I Yet ou the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night ore shed,... | |
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My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray: Its hold is frail— its date is brief, Restless— and soon to pass away! 
