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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... "
General Report on Public Instruction in the Bengal Presidency - Seite 285
1843
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The voice of conscience

mrs. Quintin Kennedy - 1840 - 320 Seiten
...affectionate intercourse with her brother; and thus all seemed smoothed in our path. CHAPTER XIII. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...: but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 death ! F. HEMANS. THUS time passed on — years glided by, with rapid movement — no event of stirring...
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Unitarianism tried by Scripture and experience: a compilation of treatises ...

Layman, Unitarianism - 1840 - 268 Seiten
...TESTIMONY INESTIMABLE VALUE AND SUPPORTING EFFICACY ATONEMENT. MRS. HBMANS'S DYING TESTIMONY, ETC. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 Death!" WHO, that knows anything of the literature of the present century, is not familiar with the...
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The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, Band 4

Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 366 Seiten
...qu'on redoute." Corinne. 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 is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams...
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The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her ...

Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 380 Seiten
...THE HOUR OF DEATH. ' II eat dans la Nature d'aimer a Be livrer a 1'idSe meme qu'on redoute." Corinne. 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...
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The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her ...

Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 380 Seiten
...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...
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The Yale Literary Magazine, Band 6

1841 - 474 Seiten
...solstice! But death is monarch of all hours — truly has the poetess sung — ' Leaves have ilnn- time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's...to set ; — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thinn own, O Death !' THE YEARS. WAKEN ! the festal song ! Voice of the harp, arise ! In notes full...
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The Western Messenger, Band 8

1841 - 586 Seiten
...the hour may come when we least look for it. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither in the north wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasom for thine own, O Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross...
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The Scottish Christian Herald

1841 - 848 Seiten
...yielding to the destroyer, as well as of the gathering of the grey hairs of the aged to the grave, " Leaves have their time to fall. And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath. And stars to set — but all. Thou haat all seasons for thine own, O, Death !...
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Visitor: Or Monthly Instructor

1842 - 488 Seiten
...Before that time arrived, lieutenant D was himself attacked with fever, and carried to the grave. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— Thou hast all seasons for thine own, О Death !" The colonel and his lady had now no alternative but that of adopting or abandoning their doubly...
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Gerald: A Dramatic Poem: and Other Poems

Westland Marston - 1842 - 168 Seiten
...to song Ceaseless melodies belong. To a Universal Love Earth reflects the World above ! THE DEAD. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, Oh, Death !" MRS. HEMANS. Go to the high and ancient founts, Go to the lonely woods, Go where the crag-throned...
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