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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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The Ladies' Wreath: A Selection from the Female Poetic Writers of England ...

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 408 lehte
...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....
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Ladies Companion and Literary Expositor: A Monthly Magazine ..., 9. köide

William W. Snowden, Lydia Howard Sigourney, Emma Catherine Embury - 1838
...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...
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EXTRACTS FROM THE DIARY AND OTHER MANUSCRIPTS OF THE LATE FREDERIC JAMES ...

Frederic James Post, of Islington - 1838
...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 !...
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Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious Kind

Emily Taylor - 1839 - 288 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, LINES ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. T. SPENCER, Who teas droamed while tathing in the tide, on the 5th of...
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Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious Kind

Emily Taylor - 1839 - 288 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, LINES ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. T. SPENCER, Who was drowned while bathing in the tide, on tke ~>:k ^f...
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Culled Flowers

M. S. - 1839 - 175 lehte
...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 !...
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The Works of Mrs Hemans;: With a Memoir of Her Life,

Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1839
...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...
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The Young Lady's Reader

Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 458 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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The jewel, sacred, domestic, narrative and lyrical poems selected from ...

Jewel - 1839
...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....
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Selections from the British Poets, 2. köide

Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840
...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...set ; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. LORD BYRON. 1788-1824. THE DREAM. OUR life is twofold : sleep hath its own world, A boundary...
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