 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 216 páginas
...decay, And smile at tlire — 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, And stars to set — hut ail, Thou h:ist all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death.... | |
 | 1828 - 398 páginas
...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 !... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 páginas
...Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down die 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, oh ! Death.... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1829 - 346 páginas
...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 the north- wind's breath, THE LOST PLEIAD. "Like the lost Pleiad seen nO more below." — BTRON. AND... | |
 | 1830 - 658 páginas
...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...— 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... | |
 | 1830 - 612 páginas
...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...stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thiue own, oh Death! We know when moons shall wane. When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea,... | |
 | Levi Washburn Leonard - 1830 - 228 páginas
...Death comes at all Seasons. Leares 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 ; 'five for glad meetings round the joyous hearth ; Night for... | |
 | 1830 - 308 páginas
...surprised by the summons, however soon, or sudden, its arrival? THE HOUR OF DEATH. (From Mrs. Hemam.) 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! 1*... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1831 - 510 páginas
...decay, And smile at thee— but thou art not of tho* That wait the ripened bloom to seize their fyLeaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breatl, And stars to set — but all, Thon hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! We know when moons... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 páginas
...! Aye, let thy wan cheek burn like flame, There sits thy glory and thy shame ! DEATH. [ANONYMOUs.] LEAVEs have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad glidings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams... | |
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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! 
