 MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground— to die. Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see, — But none shall...  The New-Orleans Book - Էջ 35խմբագրել է - 1851 - 384 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | 1856 - 604 էջ
...columns of the New York Catholic Register and Diary, as follows: " Mr life is like tbe summer rose, Thut opens to the morning sky ; But, ere the shades of evening close, la scattered on the ground to die; But on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed,... | |
 | 1856 - 568 էջ
...appeared), with the name of my late father, the Hon. Richard Henry Wilde, attached as the author of them : " 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... | |
 | Joseph Cross - 1851 - 366 էջ
...the different public journals. The paper that announces his death contains the following effusion : " My life is like the summer rose That opens to the...evening close. Is scattered on the ground — to die ! Yet on the rose's humble head The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see... | |
 | 1871 - 360 էջ
...least preluding the choral joys of heaven, it is a breath of Heaven's health. Rev. y. W. Alexander. MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the...evening close Is scattered on the ground — to die! My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray : Its hold is frail, its date... | |
 | Anna U. Russell - 1853 - 580 էջ
..."minor" cadences, throughout. The "movement" is "slow" — the "stress," prolonged and gentle "median,"] MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the...evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die ! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 610 էջ
...heroie men, A eonseerated band ; Life is to them a ksttle-field, Their hearts a holy land. Türknt man, My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening elose, Is seatter'd on the ground — to die ! Vet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 838 էջ
...complain, Musing on falsehood, foil}', vice, and wrong, And sighing for thy motley coat again. 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,... | |
 | 1856 - 780 էջ
...almost equal force and beauty — said to have been written by a lady of our own city. WII.DE. — My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere tne shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die. Yet on that rose's humble bed, The... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 816 էջ
...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... | |
 | 1856 - 598 էջ
...appeared), with the name of my late father, the Hon. Richard Henry Wilde, attached KS the author of them : " 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... | |
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