 | William Carus Wilson - 1840 - Страниц: 644
...and ways are not as ours. "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 sun reached his meridian height, and the lustre of that eye began to fade. There were... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - Страниц: 598
...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...— 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... | |
 | 1824 - Страниц: 624
...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...— 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - Страниц: 598
...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 ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's... | |
 | 1865 - Страниц: 346
...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 — death's certainty to each one of us, and life's uncertainty — and all... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - Страниц: 182
...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...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. KNELL of departed years, Thy voice is sweet to me : It wakes no sad foreboding fears, Calls forth no... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - Страниц: 502
...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...— 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... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - Страниц: 502
...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...— 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... | |
 | John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - Страниц: 240
...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...set— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh Death ! Youth, and the opening rose, May look like things too beauteous for decay, And smile at... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - Страниц: 360
...Imperial Albert died ! THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither ut the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oil ! Death. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams... | |
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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! 
