 | 1827 - 316 pages
...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...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams... | |
 | 1827 - 396 pages
...flowers thy grace has planted, And keep them still thine own. THE HOUR OF DEATH. By Mrs. Hernan». Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast a22 seasons for thine own, ob, death! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous... | |
 | Selina Bunbury - 1827 - 252 pages
...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... | |
 | John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 pages
...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 at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh Death ! Youth,... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 pages
...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.... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 pages
...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, Tiiou hast all seasons for thiue own, oh ! Death.... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 216 pages
...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. We know when moons shall wane, When... | |
 | George Merriam - 1828 - 286 pages
...the princely crest; Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's hreatb, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. LESSON LXX. Skepticism. — CAMPBELL. OH ! lives there, Heaven ! beneath thy dread expanse,... | |
 | George Merriam - 1828 - 282 pages
...decay, And smile at thee — but thou art not of tho'se 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 — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
 | 1828 - 398 pages
...began, Of HIM afford no other trace Than this, — THERE LIVED A HAN ! MONTGOMERY. 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 ! Day... | |
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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... 
