 Thus death reigns in all the portions of our time. The autumn with its fruits provides disorders for us, and the winter's cold turns them into sharp diseases, and the spring brings flowers to strew our hearse, and the summer gives green turf and brambles...  Wild flowers of the year [by A. Pratt]. - Page 158by Anne Pratt - 1799Full view - About this book
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...the Winter's cold turns them into fliarp diieafes, and the Spring brings flowers to drew our herfe, and the Summer gives green turf and brambles to bind upon our Graves. Calentures and Surfeit, Cold and Agues, are the four quarters of the year, and all minifter to Death... | |
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...for us, and the winter's cold turns them into sharp diseases, and the spring brings flowers to strew our hearse, and the summer gives green turf and brambles to bind upon our graves. Calentures and surfeit^ cold and agues, are the four quarters of the year, and all minister to death;... | |
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...for us, and the winter's cold turns them into sharp diseases, and the spring brings flowers to strew our hearse, and the summer gives green turf and brambles to bind upon our graves. Calentures and surfeit, cold and agues, are the four.quarters of the year, and all minister to death... | |
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 | William Ellery Channing, Jared Sparks - 1826
...for us, and the winter's cold turns them into sharp diseases, and the spring brings flowers to strew our hearse, and the summer gives green turf and brambles to bind upon our graves. Calentures and surfeit, cold and agues, are the four quarters of the year, they all minister to death... | |
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 | Letitia Elizabeth Landon - 1831
...for us, and the winter's cold turns them into sharp diseases; and the spring brings flowers to strew our hearse, and the summer gives green turf and brambles to bind upon our graves." " You can go no whither, but you tread upon a dead man's bones." JEREMY TAYLOR. IN all the slowness... | |
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...for us, and the winter's cold turns them into sharp diseases ; and the spring brings flowers to strew our hearse, and the summer gives green turf and brambles to bind upon our graves." " You can go no whither, but you tread upon a dead man's bones." JEREMY TAYLOR. IN all the slowness... | |
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...for us, and the winter's cold turns them into sharp diseases, and the spring brings flowers to strew our hearse, and the summer gives green turf and brambles to bind upon our graves. Calentures and surfeit, cold and agues, are the four quarters of the year, and all minister to death... | |
 | Letitia Elizabeth Landon - Fiction - 1832
...for us, and the winter's cold turns t:iem into sharp diseases; and the spring brings flowers to strew our hearse, and the summer gives green turf and brambles to bind upon our graves." " You can go no whither, but you tread upon a dead man's bones." JEREMY TAYLOR. IN all Jhe slowness... | |
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