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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... "
Flowers of literature and ladies' Keepsake: a selection from some of the ... - Страница 57
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The Friendly visitor, publ by W.C. Wilson

William Carus Wilson
...Well, he surely does look better :" but ah ! our heavenly Father's thoughts 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...

The New Monthly Magazine, Том 7

1824
...whom they are addressed include the whole adult (crated) population of these commercial realms ! 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...

The Tract magazine; or, Christian miscellany. [Continued as] The Tract ...

1865
...dawn began death's dread progress, and the harvest of this Great Reaper extends over all the year. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither, at the north wind's breath, And stara to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death !" Death's...

New Monthly Magazine, Том 10

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth - 1824
...And smile at thce ! — 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'» breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death...

Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religion

Select poetry - 1825
...and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrow left below, And 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...

The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and ...

Mrs. Hemans, Andrews Norton - 1826
...long hair she vainly press'd The wounds, to stanch their tide— Unknown, on that meek humble breast, 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. Day...

The League of the Alps: The Seige of Valencia, The Vespers of Palermo, and ...

Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 480 страници
...long hair she vainly press'd The wounds, to stanch their tide — Unknown, on that meek humble breast, 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....

The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and ...

Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1826
...tears — but all are thine. Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, 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 Christian Visitant; Or, Religious Miscellany: Designed to Promote ..., Том 1

1827
...confidently 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...

Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Том 2

Mrs. Hemans - 1827
...press'd The wounds, to staunch their tide — Unknown, on that meek humble breast, Imperial Albert died ! THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither ut the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oil...




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