 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 páginas
...! Aye, let thy wan cheek burn like flame, There sits thy glory and thy shame ! DEATH. [ANONYMOUs.] 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, Reginald Heber - 1833 - 526 páginas
...pressed The 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 1 Death.... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 274 páginas
...where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. I eaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stajs to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death! LESSON SEVENTY-EIGHTH. Dr.... | |
 | George Washington Light - 1833 - 402 páginas
...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, We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the Ma, When autumn's hue shall... | |
 | 1835 - 1022 páginas
...valet déplace." THE EARLY CALLED. CHAP. I. BY THE AUTHOR OF CHAPTERS ON CHURCHYARDS. " Leave» hare their time to fall. And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath And starb to sot ; but all — Thou hast all Beanoua for tliine own, Oh Death !" Mm HEUIN«. FOUR years... | |
 | Lady, A Lady - 1836 - 338 páginas
...brave, and the proud, and the just, Ye are hastening to dust! ye are hastening to duat ! ANONYMOUS. 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 hait all reasons for thine own, O Death ! Day... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1836 - 472 páginas
...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, oh ! Death.... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 426 páginas
...HOUR OF DEATH. n est dans la Nature d 'aimer a se livrer a 1'iJee meme qu'on redoute. — Corinne. 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.... | |
 | 1838 - 332 páginas
...pliant form of Editha Meredith was hogged to ihe heurt of her lover — a lifeless corpse : " Henvens have their time to fall. And flowers to wither at the North wind's hreath, And Btars to sot — hut all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death !" Yes, thou hast... | |
 | Frederic James Post, of Islington - 1838 - 528 páginas
...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 breath, And stars to set — but ALL, Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own, O, Death !... | |
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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... 
