...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...

...ye deserts and ye caves ! My native land, good-night ! BYRON. LXXIV. — THE FATE OF THE FRIENDLESS. MY life is like the summer rose, That opens to the...close Is scattered on the ground — to die ; Yet on that rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept such waste to see — But...

...ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. WILDE. 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,...

...ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more. And the storm has ceased to blow. WILDE. STANZAS. MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening clo?e, Is scattcr'd on the ground — to die ! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night...

...mercury becoming as caustic as red hot iron. MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER ROSE. My life is like the Stimmer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on thu ground to die. But on that rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if heaven...

...vpowerful; it was frozen mercury becoming as caustic as redhot iron. MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER ROSE. 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 that rose's humble bed The softest dews of night are shed, As...

...sweetest dews of night are shed. As if she wept the waste to see— But none shall weep a tear for me ! That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close, My life is like the autiimu leaf That trembles in the moou's pale ray, Its hold is frail—its date...

...length? a minute's pause, a moment's thought. CLARE. We do live, and breathe, and we arc gone. HK WHITE. My life is like the summer rose That opens to the...ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground—to diel My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray: Its hold is...

...Think on the mighty power of awful virtue ; Think on the Providence that guards the good. Johnson. — 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 that rose's humble bed, The sweetest dews of night are shed,...

...New Orieans. then 1 rofessor of Law in the University of Lou isiana.; Mv life is like the summer roee That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close, Is sealtcr'd on the ground — to die I Yet ou the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night ore shed,...