 | William Carus Wilson - Theology - 1840 - 644 pages
...he surely does look better:" but 148 ali! our heavenly Father's thoughts 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."... | |
 | 1824 - 624 pages
...whom they are addressed include the whole adult (crated) population of these commercial realms ! Z. THE HOUR OF DEATH. 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... | |
 | Christian life - 1865 - 346 pages
...dawn began death's dread progress, ! and the harvest of this Great Reaper extends over all the year. " 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, 0 death !"... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 pages
...And smile at thce ! — 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'» breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast ail seasons for thine own, oh, Death... | |
 | Select poetry - English poetry - 1825 - 182 pages
...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, Is it when... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 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 hreath, And stars to set—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. We know when moons... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - English poetry - 1827 - 356 pages
...Thou art where foe nitets foe, and trumpets remd Tbe skies, and swords heal down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thon hast all season* lor thine own, oh ! Death. THE RELEASE OF TASSO. Turin came a bard to Rome ;... | |
 | James Melville M'Culloch - 1827 - 370 pages
...doing it any injury. MARIA HACK. MISCELLANEOUS SELECTIONS. LEAVES have their time to fall, And (lowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, And stars to...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O, Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 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! REV. W. LISLE BOWLES. REDEMPTION. TOES... | |
 | Christian life - 1827 - 316 pages
...confidently recommend this book to parents, and to the trustees of juvenile libraries. MEL. POETRY. 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, 0 death ! Day... | |
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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! 
