 | 1824 - 984 sayfa
...forth, — and thou art tktn .' Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ', Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets...rend The skies;— and swords beat down the princely crmt ' Leaves вате their tie* to fall, Afld flowers to wither at tire north wind's breath, And... | |
 | William Carus Wilson - 1840 - 644 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...forth — and thou an there ! Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death ! f. II. MY UNCLE: — л PORTRAIT. "Tbis fellow, now, Is like an over-rlpe melon— rough ouUidr,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 sayfa
...forth — and thou art there ! Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath ihc shadow of the elm to rest; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend...crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to witherat the North-wind's brealh, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own,... | |
 | 1824 - 624 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...us forth— and thou art there ! Thou art where friend meets friend Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. KNELL of departed years, Thy voice is sweet to me : It wakes no sad foreboding fears, Calls... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 sayfa
...tears — but all are thine. Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...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 hue shall... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 502 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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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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 LOST PLEIAD. 
