| 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,... | |
| 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.... | |
| 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 - 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,... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 pages
...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 at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons fo r thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
| 1828 - 398 pages
...world 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... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 pages
...wounds, to 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 at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
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