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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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD. "
The British female poets - 237 ページ
George Washington Bethune 著 - 1848 - 490 ページ
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Spirit of the English Magazines

1824
...— and thou art tktn .' Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ', Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies;— and swords beat down the princely crmt ' Leaves вате their tie* to fall, Afld flowers to wither at tire north wind's breath, And...

The Friendly Visitor, 第 22 巻

William Carus Wilson - 1840
...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."...

New Monthly Magazine, 第 10 巻

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth - 1824
...— and thou an there ! Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death ! f. II. MY UNCLE: — л PORTRAIT. "Tbis fellow, now, Is like an over-rlpe melon— rough...

The Tract magazine; or, Christian miscellany. [Continued as] The Tract ...

1865
...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 !"...

New Monthly Magazine, 第 10 巻

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth - 1824
...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...

The New Monthly Magazine, 第 7 巻

1824
...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...

Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religion

Select poetry - 1825
...forth— and thou art there ! Thou art where friend meets friend Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. KNELL of departed years, Thy voice is sweet to me : It wakes no sad foreboding fears, Calls forth no...

The League of the Alps: The Seige of Valencia, The Vespers of Palermo, and ...

Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 480 ページ
...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...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams...

The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and ...

Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1826
...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...— 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...

The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and ...

Mrs. Hemans, Andrews Norton - 1826
...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...




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