| William Carus Wilson - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 644
...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 at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! death."... | |
| 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 624
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 598
...And smile at thce ! — 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'» breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death... | |
| 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 346
...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 !"... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 502
...decay, 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 hreath, And stars to set—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. We know when moons... | |
| John Johnstone - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 596
...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. W. LISLE BOWLES. REDEMPTION. TOES... | |
| Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...decay, 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';! breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
| 1827
...tir, deliwch ati yn ddi-ildio, a chofíwch о hyd mai "dyna y ffordd." MABY JONES, TFNYCEFN, CORWEN. 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, 0 Death ! MBS.... | |
| 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...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, oil, Death... | |
| 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 316
...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 at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 death ! Day... | |
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