Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . ge both my heart and my fancy employs ;I reflect on the frailty of man and his joys ;Short-lived as we are, yet our pleasures, we see,Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we. THE ROSE. The rose had been washed, just washed in a shower, Which Mary to Anna plentiful moisture encumbered the flower. And weighed down its beautiful head. The cup was all filled, and the leaves were all wet. And it seemed, to a fanciful weep for the bud
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . ge both my heart and my fancy employs ;I reflect on the frailty of man and his joys ;Short-lived as we are, yet our pleasures, we see,Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we. THE ROSE. The rose had been washed, just washed in a shower, Which Mary to Anna plentiful moisture encumbered the flower. And weighed down its beautiful head. The cup was all filled, and the leaves were all wet. And it seemed, to a fanciful weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned. And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas !1 snapped it, it fell to the ground. And such, I exclaimed, is the pitiless part Some act by the delicate mind,Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart Already to sorrow resigned. This elegant rose, had I shaken it less. Might have bloomed with its owner awhile, And the tear that is wiped with a little addressMay be followed perhaps by a smile.
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