 | Caroline Bowles Southey - 1836 - 218 pagina’s
...JAMESES TB £ £ T . •Vi THE EARLY CALLED. BY TU AUTHOR OF CHAPTERS ON CHURCHYARDS. V CHAPTER I. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set; but all— Thou hast all seasons for thine own, Oh Death ."'... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1836 - 472 pagina’s
...to staunch their tideUnknown, on that meek humble breast, Imperial Albert died ! THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north- wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 426 pagina’s
...HOUR OF DEATH. n est dans la Nature d 'aimer a se livrer a 1'iJee meme qu'on redoute. — Corinne. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep,... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 492 pagina’s
...Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, KINDRED HEARTS. OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ! Few are the hearts whence... | |
 | Frederic James Post, of Islington - 1838 - 528 pagina’s
...things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee ! — But thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey ! Leaves have their time...— but ALL, Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own, O, Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea — When Autumn's... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 pagina’s
...Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. PSALM CXIV.— DAVID. When Israel went up out of Egypt, the house of Jacob from a people of strange... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1839 - 362 pagina’s
...things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee—but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey. Leaves have their time...to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set—but ail, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When Summer-birds... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 pagina’s
...Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, And stars to set — hut all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! MRS. HEMANS. PRAYER AT EARLY MORN. WHEN... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 pagina’s
...like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee ; but thou art not of those Who wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set;—but all, Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own, O Death! We... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 304 pagina’s
...like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee ; but thou art not of those Who wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set;—but all, Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own, O Death! We... | |
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Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! 
