 | John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 páginas
...It is the Lord : let him do what seemeth him good." CHAPTER III. Death — certain in his approach. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...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 thee —... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 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';! breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 páginas
...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! REV. W. LISLE BOWLES. REDEMPTION. TOES... | |
 | 1827 - 396 páginas
...things too glorious for 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 at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oil, Death... | |
 | Selina Bunbury - 1827 - 252 páginas
...grave before long." CHAPTER VII. Leaves have their time t And flowers to wither at the north wind'* breath, And stars to set but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine owlij O Death. Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay ; And smile at... | |
 | 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 at the north wind's breath, And stars to set— -but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 Death ! MBS.... | |
 | 1827 - 316 páginas
...recommend this book to parents, and to the trustees of juvenile libraries. MEL. POETRY. 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, 0 death ! Day... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 páginas
...staunch their tide — Unknown, on that meek humble breast, Imperial Albert died ! 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 - 1828 - 216 páginas
...things too glorious for decay, And smile at tlire — 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 breath, And stars to set — hut ail, Thou h:ist all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
 | Richard Dagley - 1828 - 562 páginas
...but thou art not of those That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey. " Leaves have their tune to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, T ! si iu hast att seasons for thine own, O Death ! u We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds... | |
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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! 
