 | Mrs. Hemans - 1842 - 372 Seiten
...THE HOUR OF DEATH. ' II est dans la Nature d'aimer a se livrer a 1'idSe meme qu'on redoute." Corinne. 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 !... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Hemans - 1845 - 360 Seiten
...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 breath, VOL. IV. M And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death t We know when... | |
 | John Moffat Howe - 1843 - 298 Seiten
...bloom to seize their prey. Leaves have then1 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 !" FEW persons had more rational prospects of a protracted earthly existence than had Mrs.... | |
 | 1843 - 582 Seiten
...thee, Sail nor keel, nor helm, nor oar, Need I, ask I, to explore Thine expanse from shore to shore. 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, О Death ! I... | |
 | 1843 - 404 Seiten
...over the mercy-seat, and all is quietness and assurance for ever. Original. THE MOTHER'S OFFERING. " 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!"... | |
 | Samuel Irenæus Prime - 1843 - 258 Seiten
...the next may be. When death will come to your house, you know not. He may come to-morrow or to-day. " 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 !" And... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 Seiten
...air ; Thou art around us in our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth — and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death. THE POOR MAN'S DEATH-BED. CAROLINE BOWLES. TREAD softly ! bow the head, In reverend silence... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 188 Seiten
...air; Thou art around us in our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth — and thou art there! Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow...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... | |
 | 1844 - 298 Seiten
...air ; Thou art around us in our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth — and thou art there ! Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow...meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords bear down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's... | |
 | Samuel Francis Smith - 1844 - 140 Seiten
...music melts upon the air ; LYRIC GEMS. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadows of ihe elm to rest; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets...rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely creat. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars... | |
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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 ! HEMANS. 
