 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 páginas
...him to dust, and let the world repose. Richard Henry Wilde ( 1789- 1 847) THE LAMENT OF THE CAPTIVE 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... | |
 | Sacvan Bercovitch, Cyrus R. K. Patell - 1994 - 580 páginas
...grants even to the most transient of her phenomena - blossoms, leaves, and footprints on the seashore: 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... | |
 | Kieran Quinlan - 2005 - 312 páginas
...of the sadness felt by a Spanish nobleman held prisoner by Indians in coastal Georgia in the 1600s: My life is like the summer rose, That opens to the...evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die! The poem enjoyed enormous popularity in the early part of the nineteenth century and survived in southern... | |
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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! 
