 | William Carus Wilson - 1840 - 644 sider
...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...the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! death." The sun reached his meridian height, and the... | |
 | 1865 - 346 sider
...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 !" Death's ravages, then —... | |
 | 1824 - 624 sider
...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 sider
...addressed include the whole adulterated) population of these commercial realms ! Z. 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 !... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 sider
...and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrow left below, And earth exchang'd for heaven. 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 - 1826 - 502 sider
...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 at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 502 sider
...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 at the north-wind's breath; And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 sider
...forth—and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest— 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. THE... | |
 | 1827 - 396 sider
...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...the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oil, Death ! We know when moons shall wano. When summer birds... | |
 | 1827 - 316 sider
...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...the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round... | |
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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... 
