 | 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. W. LISLE BOWLES. REDEMPTION. TOES... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 pages
...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.... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 1827 - 396 pages
...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... | |
 | 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 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 at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 death ! Day... | |
 | 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...— but 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... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 pages
...decay. And smile at thee — but lliou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey. Leaves have their time to fall, . And flowers...— but 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... | |
 | George Merriam - 1828 - 292 pages
...hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God. LESSON LXIX. The Hour of Death. — MRS. HEMAN*. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but 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... | |
 | Richard Dagley - 1828 - 562 pages
...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! 
