 | Alonzo King - 1834 - Страниц: 338
...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 - Страниц: 346
...forth — and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets...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... | |
 | Lady, A Lady - 1836 - Страниц: 338
...proud, and the just, Ye are hastening to dust! ye are hastening to duat ! ANONYMOUS. THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hait all reasons for thine own, O Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous... | |
 | Caroline Bowles Southey - 1836 - Страниц: 222
...CHURCHYARDS. CHAPTER I. " 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. POUR years ago, towards the close of the last winter of my sojourn in Italy, I became acquainted... | |
 | Caroline Bowles Southey - 1836 - Страниц: 218
...JAMESES TB £ £ T . •Vi THE EARLY CALLED. BY TU AUTHOR OF CHAPTERS ON CHURCHYARDS. V CHAPTER I. " 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 - 1836 - Страниц: 472
...to staunch their tideUnknown, on that meek humble breast, Imperial Albert died ! 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, oh ! Death.... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - Страниц: 426
...forth — and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. KINDRED HEARTS. OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ! Few are the hearts whence... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - Страниц: 492
...forth — and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets...And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, KINDRED HEARTS. OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ! Few are the hearts whence... | |
 | Frederic James Post, of Islington - 1838 - Страниц: 528
...forth — and thou art there. Thou art, where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest; Thou art, where foe meets foe, and trumpets...— but ALL, Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own, O, Death ! FELICIA HEMANS. (G.) VERSES WRITTEN IN THE CHURCHYARD OF RICHMOND. METHINKS it is good to... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - Страниц: 482
...forth — and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. PSALM CXIV.— DAVID. When Israel went up out of Egypt, the house of Jacob from a people of strange... | |
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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 LOST PLEIAD. 
