 | Mrs. Hemans - 1835 - 346 páginas
...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, THE LOST PLEIAD. " Like the lo«t Pleiad seen no more below." — BYRON. AND is there glory from the... | |
 | Lady, A Lady - 1836 - 338 páginas
...brave, and the proud, and the just, Ye are hastening to dust! ye are hastening to duat ! ANONYMOUS. THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall,...north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hait all reasons for thine own, O Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1836 - 472 páginas
...pressed The wounds, to staunch their tideUnknown, on that meek humble breast, Imperial Albert died ! THE HOUR OF DEATH. 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.... | |
 | Caroline Bowles Southey - 1836 - 218 páginas
...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 at the north wind's breath, And stars to set; but all— Thou hast all seasons for thine own, Oh Death ."'... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 492 páginas
...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, KINDRED HEARTS. OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ! Few are the hearts whence... | |
 | Frederic James Post, of Islington - 1838 - 528 páginas
...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, O, Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea — When Autumn's... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 páginas
...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. HEMANS. PRAYER AT EARLY MORN. WHEN... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1839 - 362 páginas
...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 LOST PLEIAD. " Like the lost Pleiad... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 páginas
...to that One flee, To God thy woes reveal; His eye alone thy wounds can see, His hand alone can heal. THE HOUR OF DEATH. 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... | |
 | M. S. - 1839 - 194 páginas
...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 has all seasons for thine own, O, Death. p.... | |
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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... 
