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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! "
Mount Hope Cemetery in Dorchester and West Roxbury: With the Exercises at ... - الصفحة 30
بواسطة Mount Hope cemetery, Boston, Mt. Hope Cemetery (Boston, Mass.) - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 40
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...but thou art not of those That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey. " Leaves have their tune to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, T ! si iu hast att seasons for thine own, O Death ! u We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds...

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Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 228
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Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 216
...decay, And smile at tlire — 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 — hut ail, Thou h:ist all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death....

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...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...stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thiue own, oh Death! We know when moons shall wane. When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea,...

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1830 - عدد الصفحات: 308
...surprised by the summons, however soon, or sudden, its arrival? THE HOUR OF DEATH. (From Mrs. Hemam.) 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! 1*...

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...decay, And smile at thee— but thou art not of tho* That wait the ripened bloom to seize their fyLeaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breatl, And stars to set — but all, Thon hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! We know when moons...

Sacred poetry: consisting of selections from the works of the most admired ...

Henry Stebbing - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 496
...And smile at thee ! — hut thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd hloom to seize their prey ! Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's hreath, And stars to set — hut all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. We know when moons...




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