 | mrs. Quintin Kennedy - 1840 - 320 pàgines
...affectionate intercourse with her brother; and thus all seemed smoothed in our path. CHAPTER XIII. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 death ! F. HEMANS. THUS time passed on — years glided by, with rapid movement — no event of stirring... | |
 | Layman, Unitarianism - 1840 - 268 pàgines
...TESTIMONY INESTIMABLE VALUE AND SUPPORTING EFFICACY ATONEMENT. MRS. HBMANS'S DYING TESTIMONY, ETC. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 Death!" WHO, that knows anything of the literature of the present century, is not familiar with the beautiful... | |
 | 1840 - 378 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...set ; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. LORD BYRON. 1788-1824. THE DREAM. OUR life is twofold : sleep hath its own world, A boundary... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 366 pàgines
...qu'on redoute." Corinne. 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 meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 380 pàgines
...THE HOUR OF DEATH. ' II eat dans la Nature d'aimer a Be livrer a 1'idSe meme qu'on redoute." Corinne. 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 - 1840 - 380 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 at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! THE... | |
 | 1841 - 474 pàgines
...solstice! But death is monarch of all hours — truly has the poetess sung — ' Leaves have ilnn- time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's...to set ; — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thinn own, O Death !' THE YEARS. WAKEN ! the festal song ! Voice of the harp, arise ! In notes full... | |
 | 1841 - 586 pàgines
...the hour may come when we least look for it. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither in the north wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasom for thine own, O Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross... | |
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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... 
