| Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 страници
...! Aye, let thy wan cheek burn like flame, There sits thy glory and thy shame ! DEATH. [ANONYMOUs.] 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... | |
| John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 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...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death! LESSON SEVENTY-EIGHTH. Dr. Beattie and his Son. It is much to be desired, that, in lessons... | |
| George Washington Light - 1833 - 402 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, We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the Ma, When autumn's hue shall... | |
| John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 274 страници
...where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. I eaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stajs to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death! LESSON SEVENTY-EIGHTH. Dr.... | |
| Mrs. Hemans, Reginald Heber - 1833 - 526 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, oh ! Death.... | |
| Alonzo King - 1834 - 338 страници
...violets lie ? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale ? They have one season — all are ours to die. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death." In a letter to Mr. C. , of New York city, dated July, 1829, Mr. Boardman thus speaks of that... | |
| Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1834 - 512 страници
...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. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams of sleep,... | |
| 1835 - 1022 страници
...valet déplace." THE EARLY CALLED. CHAP. I. BY THE AUTHOR OF CHAPTERS ON CHURCHYARDS. " Leave» hare their time to fall. And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath And starb to sot ; but all — Thou hast all Beanoua for tliine own, Oh Death !" Mm HEUIN«. FOUR years... | |
| Caroline Bowles Southey - 1836 - 218 страници
...JAMESES TB £ £ T . •Vi THE EARLY CALLED. BY TU AUTHOR OF CHAPTERS ON CHURCHYARDS. V CHAPTER I. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...all— Thou hast all seasons for thine own, Oh Death ."' MBS. Hxiuirs. FOUR years ago, towards the close of the last winter of my sojourn in Italy, I became... | |
| Lady, A Lady - 1836 - 338 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 ! MRS.... | |
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