 | William Carus Wilson - 1840 - 644 pàgines
...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...— 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 pàgines
...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 ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's... | |
 | 1824 - 624 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 seasons for thine own, oh, Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's... | |
 | 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 seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 Death ! MBS. HJDIAHS. IOREU Linn, Tachwedd 6ed, 1876, ehedodd ysbryd Mary i'i " breswylf a heddychlawn,"... | |
 | 1827 - 396 pàgines
...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...— but all, Thou 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... | |
 | 1827 - 316 pàgines
...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 ! MRS, HEMAXS. From the Monthly Repository. HYMN. If all our hopes, and all our fears, Were... | |
 | 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... | |
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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... 
