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" The Sick Rose O rose, thou art sick; The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. "
The poems of William Blake [ed. by R.H. Shepherd]. - ˹éÒ 112
â´Â William Blake - 1874
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The Cornhill Magazine, àÅèÁ·Õè 100

William Makepeace Thackeray - 1909 - 874 ˹éÒ
...must be printed at length with the significant letters italicised : 7'i,. - Sick A',,-.. 0 Rose, thott art sick ! The invisible worm, That flies in the night,...; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. We see at once that a good clue to the existence of the acrostic is given by the initials of the title....
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Life of William Blake, "Pictor Ignotus": With Selections from His Poems and ...

Alexander Gilchrist, Anne Burrows Gilchrist - 1863 - 366 ˹éÒ
...spring and your day are wasted in play, And your winter and night in disguise. THE SICK ROSE. O ROSE, thou art sick ! The invisible worm That flies in the...joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. V 4 THE FLY. LITTLE Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like...
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New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, àÅèÁ·Õè 130

1864 - 520 ˹éÒ
...rather have quoted " The Tiger"* (which Charles Lamb thought "glorious"), or " The Sick Rose :" Oh Rose thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the...joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. Here, it will be allowed, we have a graceful fancy ; though not sufficient —as some short single...
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the new monthly magazine

william harrison ainsworth - 1864 - 516 ˹éÒ
...rather have quoted " The Tiger"* (which Charles Lamb thought "glorious"), or "The Sick Rose :" Oh Rose thou. art sick ! The invisible worm That flies in...joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. Here, it will be allowed, we have a graceful fancy ; though not sufficient — as some short single...
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Songs of Innocence and Experience: with Other Poems

William Blake - 1866 - 132 ˹éÒ
...love delight. Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. THE SICK ROSE. OROSE, thou art sickThe invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling...; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. NUKSE'S SONG. WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green, And whisperings are in the dale,...
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Life of William Blake: With Selections from His Poems and Other ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 1

Alexander Gilchrist - 1880 - 508 ˹éÒ
...spring and your day arc wasted in play, And your winter and night in disguise. THE SICK ROSE. O ROSE, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the...out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love THE FLY. LITTLE Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee?...
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Ros rosarum ex horto poetarum: Dew of the ever-living rose gathered from the ...

Eleanor Vere Boyle - 1885 - 322 ˹éÒ
...the lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. Blake. ROSE, thou art sick ! The invisible worm, That flies in...; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. Blake. E wander there, we wander here, We eye the Rose upon the brier, Unmindful that the thorn is...
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The Poems: With Specimens of the Prose Writings, of William Blake

William Blake - 1885 - 330 ˹éÒ
...and his priest and king, Who make up a heaven of our misery." THE SICK ROSE. ROSE, thou art sick I The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the...dark secret love Does thy life destroy. NURSE'S SONG. XX 7HEN the voices of children are heard on the " green, And whisperings are in the dale, The days...
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The Poetical Works of William Blake: Lyrical and Miscellaneous

William Blake - 1890 - 382 ˹éÒ
...day are wasted in play, And your winter and night in disguise. THE SICK ROSE. ROSE, thou art sick ! That flies in the night. In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, THE FLY. ITTLE Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee...
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Igdrasil, àÅèÁ·Õè 1

1890 - 438 ˹éÒ
...vividity, brevity and swiftness is like a sparkle of fire in a dark night, and as perfect : " O Rose, thou art sick, the invisible worm That flies in the night, in the howling storm, Hath found out thy bed of crimson joy, And his dark secret love doth thy life destroy ! " The operation...
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