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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... "
Tupelo - Page 212
by John Hill Aughey - 1888 - 595 lehte
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Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Selections from the Works of the Most Admired ...

Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 lehte
...! 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 at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. Day...
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The Second Reader, Or Juvenile Companion

John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 lehte
...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...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death! LESSON SEVENTY-EIGHTH. Dr. Beattie and his Son. It is much to be desired, that, in lessons to children,...
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The Essayist: A Young Men's Magazine, 1. köide

George Washington Light - 1833 - 402 lehte
...And smile at thee ! — but thou art not of those That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey ! Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the Ma, When autumn's hue shall...
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The Second Reader, Or Juvenile Companion

John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 274 lehte
...where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. I eaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stajs to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death! LESSON SEVENTY-EIGHTH. Dr....
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The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber, and Pollok

Mrs. Hemans, Reginald Heber - 1833 - 526 lehte
...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....
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Memoir of George Dana Boardman, Late Missionary to Burma: Containing Much ...

Alonzo King - 1834 - 338 lehte
...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...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death." In a letter to Mr. C. , of New York city, dated July, 1829, Mr. Boardman thus speaks of that afflictive...
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Blackwood's Magazine, 37. köide

1835 - 1022 lehte
...valet déplace." THE EARLY CALLED. CHAP. I. BY THE AUTHOR OF CHAPTERS ON CHURCHYARDS. " Leave» hare their time to fall. And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath And starb to sot ; but all — Thou hast all Beanoua for tliine own, Oh Death !" Mm HEUIN«. FOUR years...
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The Early Called, The Stoic, and the Lansbys of Lansby Hall

Caroline Bowles Southey - 1836 - 218 lehte
...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...set; but all— Thou hast all seasons for thine own, Oh Death ."' MBS. Hxiuirs. FOUR years ago, towards the close of the last winter of my sojourn in Italy,...
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The Mourner's Book

Lady, A Lady - 1836 - 338 lehte
...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 ! MRS....
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The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans: Complete in One Volume

Mrs. Hemans - 1836 - 472 lehte
...decay, And smile at thee — but thou art not of those That wait the ripened 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, oh ! Death....
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