 | 1835 - 804 pàgines
...summer rose That opens to the morning sky, And ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die; Yet on that rose's humble bed The softest...though she wept such waste to see, But none shall drop one tear for me! My life is like the autumn leaf Which trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its hold is... | |
 | 1856 - 568 pàgines
...summer rose That opens to the morning sky, And ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground to die. Yet on that rose's humble bed The softest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see — But none shall drop one tear for mo ! "My life is like the autumn... | |
 | 1855 - 424 pàgines
...sammer rose That opens to the morning sky ; And ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die : Yet on that rose's humble bed The softest dews of night are shed. As if she wept such waste to see — But none shall drop a tear for roe," etc. Blooming beauty, not irradiated... | |
 | 1856 - 598 pàgines
...summer rose That opens to the morning sky, And ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground to die. Yet on that rose's humble bed The softest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see — But none shall drop one tear for me ! "My life is like the autumn... | |
 | Stephen Franks Miller - 1858 - 488 pàgines
...summer rose, That opens to the morning sky, And, ere the shades of evenmg close, Is scatteied on the ground to die : Yet on that rose's humble bed The...though she wept such waste to see ; But none shall drop one tear for me! Mv life is like the autumn leaf, 'Which trembles in the moon's pale ray: Its hold... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 812 pàgines
...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 if she wept such waste to see — But none shall drop a tear for me. My life is like the autumn leaf... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1862 - 792 pàgines
...summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, IB scatter'd on the ground to die. Yet on that rose's humble bed The softest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see — But none shall drop a tear for me. My life is like the autumn leaf... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1862 - 796 pàgines
...opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening elose, Is seatter'd on the ground to dic. Yet on that rose's humble bed The softest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see — But none shall drop a tear for me. My life is like the autumn leaf... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1865 - 798 pàgines
...summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattcr'd on the ground to die. Yet on that rose's humble bed The softest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see — But none shall drop a tear for me. My life is like the autumn leaf... | |
 | Benjamin Nicholas Martin - 1871 - 236 pàgines
...summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die ; Yet on that rose's humble bed The softest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see ; But none shall drop a tear for me. My life is like the autumn leaf... | |
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My life is like the summer rose, That opens to the morning sky ; And ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die : Yet, on that rose's humble bed The softest dews of night are shed ; As if she wept such waste to see : But none... 
