 | William Carus Wilson - 1840 - 644 pàgines
...and ways are not as ours. "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." The sun reached his meridian height, and the lustre of that eye began to fade. There were few to leave,... | |
 | 1824 - 624 pàgines
...! Z. THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind'« breath, And stars to set — but 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,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 pàgines
...the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to witherat the North-wind's brealh, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death ! F. 11. MY UNCLE: — Л PORTRAIT. "This fellow, now, is like an отег-ripe melon— rough outside,... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 pàgines
...earth exchang'd for heaven. 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 glidings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 502 pàgines
...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...grain — But who shall teach us when to look for thee ? — Is it when Spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 pàgines
...Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's hreath, And stars to set—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death....grain— But who shall teach us when to look for thee ?— Is it when Spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 pàgines
...breast, THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their dine 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. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams of sleep,... | |
 | John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 pàgines
...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, and the opening rose, May look like things too beauteous for decay, And smile at thee —... | |
 | 1827 - 316 pàgines
...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 ! MRS, HEMAXS. From the Monthly Repository. HYMN. If all our hopes, and all our fears, Were... | |
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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... 
