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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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Lyric Gems: A Collection of Original and Select Sacred Poetry

Samuel Francis Smith - 1844 - 128 lehte
...Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely creat. 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 ! SPIRIT! THY LABOR IS O'ER. SPIRIT T thy labor...
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Annals of the Grand Lodge of Iowa, 17. köide

Freemasons. Grand Lodge of Iowa - 1901
...welfare of the craft at heart. I now stand before you to render an account of my stewardship. NECROLOGY. "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." As we gather on this auspicious occasion...
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Lyric Gems: A Collection of Original and Select Sacred Poetry

Samuel Francis Smith - 1844 - 128 lehte
...withering breath, Pass on, and touch not youth's bright fragrant bowers. . THE HOUR OF DEATH. MRS. HEMANS. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set1, .but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death I Day is for mortal care, - Eve for glad...
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The Yale Literary Magazine, 9. köide

1844
...hour would Eulogy herself be silent, as she reads upon the coffin lid the name of JOHN B. DWIGBT. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And slant to set — but all, Thou bast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death " But to return — for we...
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The Yale Literary Magazine, 9. köide

1844
...coffin lid the name of JOUN B. DWIGHT. " Leaves have their time to fall, And Mowers to wither at tho north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ' Death." But to return — for we fear, kind reader, lest we should weary your patience in these...
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The Book of Poetry

William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 264 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. THE...
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The Mourner Comforted: Containing the Cypress Wreath

1844 - 256 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, And stars to set — bat all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O, Death !...
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Orthophony: Or, Vocal Culture in Elocution: A Manual of Elementary Exercises ...

James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 336 lehte
...dead. Softly she perished : — be the Flower deplored Here with the Lyre and Sword ! " 2. Solemnity. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...but all Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! " We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue...
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The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed ...

William Draper Swan - 1845 - 484 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...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall...
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Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J ...

Joseph Payne - 1845
...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 ! Mrs. Hemans, THE PALACE OF ICE. No forest fell, Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ1, When thou...
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