| 1844 - 496 pągines
...coffin lid the name of JOUN B. DWIGHT. " Leaves have their time to fall, And Mowers to wither at tho north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ' Death." But to return — for we fear, kind reader, lest we should weary your patience in these... | |
| William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 pągines
...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... | |
| 1844 - 298 pągines
...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 — bat all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O, Death !... | |
| Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 pągines
...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. Hemans, THE PALACE OF ICE. No forest fell, Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ1,... | |
| James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 424 pągines
...dead. Softly she perished : — be the Flower deplored Here with the Lyre and Sword ! " 2. Solemnity. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...; — but all 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... | |
| 1883 - 798 pągines
...procure this cheap and precious help. anb ilmnt geais. MBS. JANE VAUGHAN TRELOAR, OF GREAT YARMOUTH. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! " THE subject of this memoir was born in the town of Runcorn, Cheshire, on January 31, 1857,... | |
| William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 pągines
...decay, 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...set; but all, 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... | |
| Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 pągines
...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...wind's breath, And stars to set; — but all, Thou hast AM. seasons for thine own, O Death! MRS. HEMANS. A BOOK. I 'M a strange contradiction ; I 'm new, and... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1845 - 382 pągines
...groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and. its God ! 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 !... | |
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