 | 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...— 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... | |
 | 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 624
...whom they are 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... | |
 | 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 !" 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 - 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... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 182
...and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrow left below, And earth exchang'd for heaven. 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. Day... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 502
...long hair she vainly 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. Day... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 502
...long hair she vainly 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.... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 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 at the north-wind's 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...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 Death ! MBS. HJDIAHS. IOREU Linn, Tachwedd 6ed, 1876, ehedodd ysbryd Mary i'i " breswylf a heddychlawn,"... | |
 | 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...flowers thy grace has planted, And keep them still thine own. THE HOUR OF DEATH. By Mrs. Hernan». Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast a22 seasons for thine own, ob, death! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous... | |
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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... 
