 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...given; Clouds, winds, and stars their task fulfil; Thine is to trust in Heaven!" 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... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 páginas
...And smile at thee ! — hut thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd hloom to seize their prey ! Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's hreath, And stars to set — hut all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. We know when moons... | |
 | 1832 - 618 páginas
...fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. Ora¡/. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set-out all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, О death ! Youtht... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans, Reginald Heber - 1833 - 526 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...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. THE RELEASE OF TASSO. THERE came a bard to Rome ; he brought a lyre Of sounds to peal through... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 274 páginas
...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 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! LESSON... | |
 | George Washington Light - 1833 - 402 páginas
...*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 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...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 páginas
...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 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, THE LOST PLEIAD. " Like the lo«t Pleiad seen no more below." — BYRON. AND is there glory from the... | |
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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! 
