 | 1824 - 984 стор.
...wind's breath, Aad stars to set ; — but a//, Thn hist a// seasons Car thine own— oh, Death ! Ii it when spring's first gale, Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie ! Is it when roses hi our path grow pale ! They him one season— я/í are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam,... | |
 | 1824 - 624 стор.
...When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden graiu — But who shall teach us when to look for thee ' Is...lie ? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale ? They hare one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 стор.
...know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain — But who shall teach us...whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses in our path grow pale ? They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 502 стор.
...know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain — But who shall teach us...? — They have one season — all are ours to die ! • Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 стор.
...know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain— But who shall teach us when...when roses in our paths grow pale ?— They have one season—all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 стор.
...know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain — But who shall teach us...violets lie ? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale ? — f They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 стор.
...know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain — But who shall teach us...? — They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our... | |
 | 1827 - 316 стор.
...know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain — But who shall teach us...? — They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam ; Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our... | |
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Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season — all are ours, to die! 
