| William Carus Wilson - 1840 - 644 halaman
...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...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 few to leave,... | |
| 1865 - 346 halaman
...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 —... | |
| Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 halaman
...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 hue... | |
| 1824 - 624 halaman
...the elm to rest ; 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, MY UNCLE : A PORTRAIT. *• This fellow, now, is like an over-ripe melon— rough... | |
| Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 halaman
...the elm to rest ; 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, oh, Death !... | |
| Select poetry - 1825 - 182 halaman
...the elm to rest ; 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. KNELL... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 halaman
...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.... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 halaman
...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... | |
| Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 502 halaman
...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.... | |
| 1827 - 316 halaman
...the elm to rest ; 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...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death ! MRS, HEMAXS. From the Monthly Repository. HYMN. If all our hopes, and all our fears, Were... | |
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