 | Mrs. Hemans, Reginald Heber - 1833 - 526 Seiten
...staunch their tide — Unknown, on that meek humble breast, Imperial Albert died ! THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh 1 Death. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 274 Seiten
...SEVENTY-SEVENTH. 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, O death! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 Seiten
...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 - 402 Seiten
...*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 - 512 Seiten
...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 - 338 Seiten
...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 - 346 Seiten
...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, A Lady - 1836 - 338 Seiten
...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 - 222 Seiten
...CHURCHYARDS. 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. POUR years ago, towards the close of the last winter of my sojourn in Italy, I became acquainted... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1836 - 472 Seiten
...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.... | |
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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! 
