 | 1830 - 308 pages
...surprised by the summons, however soon, or sudden, its arrival? THE HOUR OF DEATH. (From Mrs. Hemam.) 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! 1*... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1831 - 510 pages
...decay, And smile at thee— but thou art not of tho* That wait the ripened bloom to seize their fyLeaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breatl, And stars to set — but all, Thon hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! We know when moons... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 pages
...! Aye, let thy wan cheek burn like flame, There sits thy glory and thy shame ! DEATH. [ANONYMOUs.] LEAVEs have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad glidings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 pages
...And smile at thee ! — hut thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd hloom to seize their prey ! Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's hreath, And stars to set — hut all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. We know when moons... | |
 | 1832 - 618 pages
...fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. Ora¡/. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set-out all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, О death ! Youtht... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 274 pages
...cordial acknowledgement of the absurdity of denying the existence of a God! LESSON SEVENTY-SEVENTH. 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, O death! Day... | |
 | George Washington Light - 1833 - 402 pages
...extract the following, written by Mrs. Hemans, which we deem one of the best poems in the language : 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, O death ! Day... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 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! LESSON... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1834 - 512 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...the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but ¡ill. Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. THE RELEASE OP TASSO. THERE came a bard to... | |
 | Alonzo King - 1834 - 338 pages
...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... | |
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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... 
