 | George B. Scott - 1842 - 354 pages
...sea ; When Autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain, But who shall teach us when to look for thee ? 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 I"—... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Hemans - 1845 - 360 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 at the north-wind's breath, VOL. IV. M And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own,... | |
 | Samuel Francis Smith - 1844 - 140 pages
...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... | |
 | Freemasons. Grand Lodge of Iowa - 1901 - 788 pages
...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... | |
 | 1844 - 484 pages
...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... | |
 | 1844 - 298 pages
...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 !... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 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. THE... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1845 - 382 pages
...groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and. its God ! 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 !... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 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 ! LESSON XCIX. The Graves... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...Thou artwhcre foe meets foe, and trampeU rend The skies, and swords beats down the princely erect. 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 ! MOZART'S... | |
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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... 
