 Death! We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain, — But who shall teach us when to look for thee?  The Mourner's Book - Pàgina 58per Lady, A Lady - 1836 - 320 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1824 - 984 pàgines
...wind's breath, Aad stars to set ; — but a//, Thn hist a// seasons Car thine own— oh, Death ! Ii it when spring's first gale, Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie ! Is it when roses hi our path grow pale ! They him one season— я/í are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 pàgines
...Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge...violets lie ? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale i They have one season — au are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 pàgines
...Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge...grain — But who shall teach us when to look for thce ? Is it when spring's first gale Conies forth to whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses... | |
 | 1824 - 624 pàgines
...Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden graiu — But who shall teach us when to look for thee ' Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 pàgines
...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 hue shall tinge...whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses in our path grow pale ? They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 pàgines
...Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge...when roses in our paths grow pale ?— They have one season—all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 pàgines
...Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge...violets lie ? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale ? — f They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where... | |
 | 1827 - 396 pàgines
...hast all seasons for thine own, oil, Death ! We know when moons shall wano. When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge...gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? la it when roses in our paths grow pale " They have one season — nil are ours to die ' Thou art where... | |
 | John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 pàgines
...when moons shall wane ; When summer birds from far shall cross the sea ; When autumn's hue shall touch the golden grain ; But who shall teach us when to look for thee ! ANON. WHEN, in the heigh-day of youthful vigour, we are enchanted by scenes of earthly pleasure ;... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 pàgines
...Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge...gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie :' la it when roses in our paths grow pale ? — They have one season— all are ours to die ! Thou... | |
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