| 1824 - 690 páginas
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| William Carus Wilson - 1840 - 644 páginas
...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 at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! death."... | |
| Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 páginas
...addressed include the whole adulterated) population of these commercial realms ! Z. THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...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,... | |
| Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 páginas
...things too glorious for decay, And smile at thce ! — but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd 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... | |
| 1824 - 624 páginas
...addressed include the whole adult (crated) population of these commercial realms ! Z. THE HOUR OF DEATH. 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... | |
| 1865 - 346 páginas
...dawn began death's dread progress, and the harvest of this Great Reaper extends over all the year. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither, at the north wind's breath, And stara to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death !"... | |
| Select poetry - 1825 - 182 páginas
...things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee ! — but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey '. Leaves have their time...— 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... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 páginas
...— and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. THE RELEASE OF TASSO. THERE came a bard to Rome ; he brought a lyre Of sounds to peal through Rome's... | |
| Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 502 páginas
...press'd The wounds, to stanch their tide — Unknown, on that meek humble breast, THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...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,... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 páginas
...things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee—but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's hreath, And stars to set—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. We know when moons... | |
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