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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 Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans: Complete in One Volume - หน้า 278
โดย Mrs. Hemans - 1836 - 444 หน้า
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The Friendly Visitor, เล่มที่ 22

William Carus Wilson - 1840 - 644 หน้า
...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."...

The New Monthly Magazine, เล่มที่ 7

1824 - 624 หน้า
...o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears — but all are thine ! Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for 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 at the North-wind's...

New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, เล่มที่ 10

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 หน้า
...things too glorious for decay, 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...

The Tract Magazine and Christian Miscellany

1865 - 346 หน้า
...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 !"...

Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religion

Select poetry - 1825 - 182 หน้า
...o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears — but all are thine ! Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for 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 at the north-wind's...

The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and ...

Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 หน้า
...things too glorious for 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 at the north-wind's hreath, And stars to set—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. We know when moons...

The Magazine of the Reformed Dutch Church, เล่มที่ 2

1827 - 396 หน้า
...o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears — but all are thine! Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee...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, oil, Death...

Cabin conversations and castle scenes, by the author of 'Early recollections'.

Selina Bunbury - 1827 - 252 หน้า
...to set but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine owlij O Death. Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay ; And smile at...those That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey. ANON. THE night had passed in gloom and storm, but a morning of loveliness succeeded it : a clear,...

Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, เล่มที่ 2

Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 หน้า
...o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears — but all are thine. Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for 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 at the north-wind';!...

Specimens of sacred and serious poetry, from Chaucer to the present day ...

John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 หน้า
...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! REV. W. LISLE BOWLES. REDEMPTION. TOES...




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