 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
 | Robert Gibbes Barnwell - American literature - 1851 - 416 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 heaven wept such waste to see—- But none shall weep a tear for me. My life is like the autumn leaf... | |
 | Religion - 1871 - 360 pages
...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... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Quotations, English - 1855 - 610 pages
...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... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Quotations, English - 1855 - 612 pages
...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 ! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, Аs if she wept the waste to see — But none shall weep a tear for me . RH Wilde. My life is like... | |
 | Religion - 1855 - 424 pages
...rose the emblem of human life. "My life is like the 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... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Quotations, English - 1856 - 624 pages
...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...waste to see — But none shall weep a tear for me. RH WMe. My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its hold is frail —... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - American literature - 1856 - 838 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
 | Joseph Gostwick - American literature - 1856 - 338 pages
...keep.' THE LAMENT OF THE CAPTIVE.1 ' 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 though she wept such waste to see —... | |
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