| 1827
...tir, deliwch ati yn ddi-ildio, a chofíwch о hyd mai "dyna y ffordd." MABY JONES, TFNYCEFN, CORWEN. 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 ! MBS. HJDIAHS.... | |
| 1827 - 396 страници
...And smile at thee ! — but thou art not of those That wait the ripened 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, oil, Death ! We know... | |
| John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 страници
...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 страници
...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 - 1828 - 228 страници
...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 at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
| 1828 - 398 страници
...since the world 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... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 страници
...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 at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons fo r thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
| Richard Dagley - 1828 - 562 страници
...miscellaneous as it is, yet in its general character is calculated to lead the mind to a contemplation of "THE HOUR OF DEATH." " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither as the North-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast it/I seasons for thine own, O Death... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 216 страници
...decay, And smile at tlire — 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 — hut ail, Thou h:ist all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. We know... | |
| George Merriam - 1828 - 282 страници
...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.... | |
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