 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - American poetry - 1837 - 426 pages
...HOUR OF DEATH. n est dans la Nature d 'aimer a se livrer a 1'iJee meme qu'on redoute. — Corinne. 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.... | |
 | 1838 - 332 pages
...pliant form of Editha Meredith was hogged to ihe heurt of her lover — a lifeless corpse : " Henvens have their time to fall. And flowers to wither at the North wind's hreath, And Btars to sot — hut all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death !" Yes, thou hast... | |
 | Frederic James Post, of Islington - 1838 - 528 pages
...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 at the North-wind's breath, And stars to set — but ALL, Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own, O, Death !... | |
 | Emily Taylor - American poetry - 1839 - 306 pages
...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, LINES ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. T. SPENCER, Who was drowned while bathing in the tide, on tke ~>:k ^f... | |
 | Emily Taylor - American poetry - 1839 - 304 pages
...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, LINES ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. T. SPENCER, Who teas droamed while tathing in the tide, on the 5th of... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - English language - 1839 - 482 pages
...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.... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1839 - 362 pages
...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! THE... | |
 | M. S. - English poetry - 1839 - 194 pages
...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 at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O, Death !... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 pages
...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 — hut all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! MRS.... | |
 | mrs. Quintin Kennedy - Methodism - 1840 - 320 pages
...affectionate intercourse with her brother; and thus all seemed smoothed in our path. CHAPTER XIII. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...: but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 death ! F. HEMANS. THUS time passed on — years glided by, with rapid movement — no event of stirring... | |
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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... 
