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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... "
The Yale Literary Magazine - Pagina 45
1844
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The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Volume 4

Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 366 pagina’s
...qu'on redoute." Corinne. 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 is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams...
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The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her ...

Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 380 pagina’s
...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, 0 Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When Summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's...
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The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her ...

Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 380 pagina’s
...qu'on redoute." Corinne. 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 is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams...
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The Western Messenger, Volume 8

1841 - 586 pagina’s
...hour may come when we least look for it. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither in the north wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasom for thine own, O Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross...
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Gerald: A Dramatic Poem: and Other Poems

Westland Marston - 1842 - 168 pagina’s
...reflects the World above ! THE DEAD. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North- Wind's breath ; And stars to set ; — but...— Thou hast all seasons for thine own, Oh, Death !" MRS. HEMANS. Go to the high and ancient founts, Go to the lonely woods, Go where the crag-throned...
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Visitor: Or Monthly Instructor

1842 - 488 pagina’s
...with fever, and carried to the grave. " 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, О Death !" The colonel and his lady had now no alternative but that of adopting or abandoning their...
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The New Hampshire Book: Being Specimens of the Literature of the Granite ...

Samuel Osgood - 1842 - 408 pagina’s
...seasons. I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY. 317 " 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 know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's...
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The Work of Mrs. Hemans, Volume 4

Mrs. Hemans - 1842 - 372 pagina’s
...a 1'idSe meme qu'on redoute." Corinne. 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 is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams...
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Softness, by the author of 'Hardness'.

Charles Henry Knox - 1842 - 968 pagina’s
...STREET. 1842. SOFTNES S. CHAPTER I. " Leaves have tlieir time to fall, And flowers to wither, at tlie north wind's breath, And stars to set; but all— Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death !" MRS. HEMANS. UK. BOHROWDALE saw at once that nothing but "'c promptest measures would give...
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General Report on Public Instruction in the Bengal Presidency

1843 - 582 pagina’s
...explore Thine expanse from shore to shore. 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, О Death ! I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round...
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