 | 1828 - 398 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 !... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1829 - 346 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 the north- wind's breath, THE LOST PLEIAD. "Like the lost Pleiad seen nO more below." — BTRON. AND... | |
 | 1830 - 658 pages
...decay, 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...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 hue... | |
 | 1830 - 612 pages
...decay, 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...stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thiue own, oh Death! We know when moons shall wane. When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea,... | |
 | Levi Washburn Leonard - 1830 - 228 pages
...Death comes at all Seasons. Leares 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 is for mortal care ; 'five for glad meetings round the joyous hearth ; Night for... | |
 | 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... | |
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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! 
