 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!  The Poets of America - Page 90edited by - 1840 - 284 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Basil Hall - Styria (Austria) - 1836 - 368 pages
...cherish her grief, she was invariably cheerful, and never let fall a hasty or querulous word. MY LIFE. My life is like the summer rose, That opens to the...evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die. But on that rose's humble bed, The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if Heav'n wept such waste to... | |
 | Basil Hall - Styria (Austria) - 1836 - 228 pages
...her grief, she was- invariably cheerful, and never let fall a hasty or querulous word. MY LIFE. ' • My life is like the summer rose, That opens to the...evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die. * But on that rose's humble bed, The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if Heav'n wept such waste... | |
 | Piero Maroncelli - 1836 - 304 pages
...reigns, with ceaseless sway ; And ever shall my hymn to Thee, Grateful, anticipate the day ! VERSES. " MY life is like the summer rose, That opens to the...of evening close Is scattered on the ground to die. But on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed ; As if she wept such waste to see,... | |
 | Basil Hall - Styria (Austria) - 1836 - 294 pages
...her grief, she was invariably in pood spirits, and never let fall a hasty or querulous word. MY LIFE. My life is like the summer rose, That opens to the...morning sky; But ere the shades of evening close, Is scalter'd on the ground to die. But on that rose's humble bed, The sweetest dews of night are shed,... | |
 | Basil Hall - Styria (Austria) - 1836 - 368 pages
...the morning sky ; But ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die. But on that rose's humble bed, The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if Heav'n wept such waste to see. But none shall weep a tear for me ! My life is like the autumnal leaf,... | |
 | 1837 - 648 pages
...cherish her grief, she was invariably cheerful, and never let fall a hasty or querulous word.' MY LIFE. MY life is like the summer rose, That opens to the morning sky ; But ere the shades of eveuiug close, la scattered on the ground to die. But on that rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of... | |
 | 1837 - 682 pages
...cherish her grief, she was invariably cheerful, and never let fall a hasty or querulous word.' MY LIFE. MY life is like the summer rose, That opens to the morning sky ; Dut ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die. But on that rose's bumble... | |
 | American ballads and songs - 1841 - 376 pages
...mates I strayed, Jn childhood's blest and happy day. MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER ROSE. BY It. H. WILDE. MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the...of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die : But on that rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...struggle, and France all her faults repairs — Rut the wild FATETTE. and the stern CARNOT STANZAS. MT 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,... | |
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