 | 1827 - 316 pagina’s
...recommend this book to parents, and to the trustees of juvenile libraries. MEL. POETRY. 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, 0 death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings... | |
 | John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 pagina’s
...It is the Lord : let him do what seemeth him good." CHAPTER III. Death — certain in his approach. 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 ! Youth,... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 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—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O, Death! REV.... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 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 — but all, Tiiou hast all seasons for thiue own, oh ! Death.... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 216 pagina’s
...Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and sviords 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 — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh 1 Death. THE RELEASE OF TASSO. THERE came a bard... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 pagina’s
...decay. And smile at thee — but lliou art not of those That 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, oh ! Death.... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 pagina’s
...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 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.... | |
 | George Merriam - 1828 - 282 pagina’s
...decay, And smile at thee — but thou art not of tho'se That 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, oh ! Death.... | |
 | 1828 - 398 pagina’s
...began, Of HIM afford no other trace Than this, — THERE LIVED A HAN ! MONTGOMERY. 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, O, Death ! Day... | |
 | Richard Dagley - 1828 - 562 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 — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death !"... | |
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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... 
