 | William Carus Wilson - 1840 - 644 頁
...and ways are not as ours. "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." The sun reached his meridian height, and the lustre of that eye began to fade. There were... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 頁
...upon the air ; Thou art around us in our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth — and thou an there ! Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death ! f. II. MY UNCLE: — л PORTRAIT. "Tbis fellow, now, Is like an over-rlpe melon— rough... | |
 | 1824 - 624 頁
...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...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 頁
...bloom to seize their prey! 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 ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's... | |
 | 1865 - 346 頁
...year. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither, at the north wind's breath, And stara to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death !" Death's ravages, then — death's certainty to each one of us, and life's uncertainty — and all... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 頁
...when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses in our path grow pale ? They have one season — all are ours...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. KNELL of departed years, Thy voice is sweet to me : It wakes no sad foreboding fears, Calls forth no... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 502 頁
...press'd The wounds, to stanch their tide — Unknown, on that meek humble breast, THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 頁
...tears — but all are thine. Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death. We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's... | |
 | John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 頁
...It is the Lord : let him do what seemeth him good." CHAPTER III. Death — certain in his approach. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...set— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh Death ! Youth, and the opening rose, May look like things too beauteous for decay, And smile at... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 頁
...Imperial Albert died ! THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither ut the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oil ! Death. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams... | |
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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! 
