 | 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 616
...fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. Ora¡/. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set-out all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, О death ! Youtht... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 284
...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! LESSON... | |
 | George Washington Light - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 402
...*Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords heat 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 ! MRS.... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 512
...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...the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but ¡ill. Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. THE RELEASE OP TASSO. THERE came a bard to... | |
 | Alonzo King - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 338
...violets lie ? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale ? They have one season — all are ours to die. 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." In... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...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, THE LOST PLEIAD. " Like the lo«t Pleiad seen no more below." — BYRON. AND is there glory from the... | |
 | Lady - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 338
...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...north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hait all reasons for thine own, O Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous... | |
 | Caroline Bowles Southey - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 218
...JAMESES TB £ £ T . •Vi THE EARLY CALLED. BY TU AUTHOR OF CHAPTERS ON CHURCHYARDS. V CHAPTER I. " 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 - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 472
...to staunch their tideUnknown, 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 ! Death.... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 492
...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, KINDRED HEARTS. OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ! Few are the hearts whence... | |
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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! 
