 | 1824 - 984 str.
...our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth, — and thou art tktn .' Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ', Thou...rend The skies;— and swords beat down the princely crmt ' Leaves вате their tie* to fall, Afld flowers to wither at tire north wind's breath, And... | |
 | William Carus Wilson - 1840 - 644 str.
...Well, he surely does look better :" but ah ! our heavenly Father's thoughts and ways are not as ours. "Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! death." The sun reached his meridian height, and the lustre of that eye began to fade. There were... | |
 | 1824 - 624 str.
...our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth — and thou art there ! Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ; Thou...have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, MY UNCLE : A PORTRAIT. *• This fellow, now, is like an over-ripe melon— rough... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 str.
...our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth — and thou an there ! Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ; Thou...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 !... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 str.
...And the world calls us forth — and thou art there ! Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath ihc shadow of the elm to rest; Thou art where foe meets...crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to witherat the North-wind's brealh, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own,... | |
 | 1865 - 346 str.
...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 stara to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death !" Death's ravages, then —... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 str.
...our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth— and thou art there ! Thou art where friend meets friend Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ; Thou...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. KNELL... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 502 str.
...press'd The wounds, to stanch their tide — Unknown, on that meek humble breast, 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.... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 str.
...forth—and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest— 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. THE... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 str.
...tears — but all are thine. Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, 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.... | |
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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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD. 
