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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 league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and ... - Сторінка 83
автори: Mrs. Hemans - 1826
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The Friendly Visitor, Том 22

William Carus Wilson - 1840 - 644 стор.
...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."...
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New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 10

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 стор.
...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, oh, Death ! f. II. MY UNCLE: — л PORTRAIT....
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The New Monthly Magazine, Том 7

1824 - 624 стор.
...whom they are 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...
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New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 10

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 стор.
...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...
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The Tract Magazine and Christian Miscellany

1865 - 346 стор.
...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 !"...
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Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religion

Select poetry - 1825 - 182 стор.
...and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrow left below, And earth exchang'd for heaven. 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...
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The League of the Alps: The Seige of Valencia, The Vespers of Palermo, and ...

Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 502 стор.
...bosom laid ; And, shrinking not for woman's dread. The face of death survey'd. Alone she sat — from hill and wood Red sank the mournful sun ; Fast gush'd...to wither at the north-wind's breath; And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad...
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The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and ...

Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 стор.
...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 at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. We know when moons shall wane, When...
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Specimens of sacred and serious poetry, from Chaucer to the present day ...

John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 стор.
...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...set—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O, Death! REV. W. LISLE BOWLES. REDEMPTION. TOES shall the day-spring rise, before whose beams The...
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Death on the Pale Horse

John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 стор.
...It is the Lord : let him do what seemeth him good." CHAPTER III. Death — certain in his approach. 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 ! Youth, and the opening rose, May look...
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