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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 League of the Alps: The Seige of Valencia, The Vespers of Palermo, and ... - Page 83
by Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 480 pages
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The Prodigal Reclaimed: Or, The Sinner's Ruin and Recovery

Samuel Irenæus Prime - 1843 - 220 pages
...the next may be. When death will come to your house, you know not. He may come to-morrow or to-day. " 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 !" And...
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The Ladies' Repository, and Gatherings of the West, Volume 3

1843
...over the mercy-seat, and all is quietness and assurance for ever. Original. THE MOTHER'S OFFERING. " 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!"...
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The works of William Cowper, with a life of the author, by the editor R. Southey

William Cowper - 1843
...thee, Sail nor keel, nor helm, nor oar, Need I, ask I, to explore Thine expanse from shore to shore. 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, О Death ! I...
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The Book of Poetry

William Morrison Engles - English poetry - 1844 - 264 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...— but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death. THE POOR MAN'S DEATH-BED. CAROLINE BOWLES. TREAD softly ! bow the head, In reverend silence...
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The Mourner Comforted: Containing the Cypress Wreath

1844 - 256 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 ! "We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds...
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Annals of the Grand Lodge of Iowa, Volume 17

Freemasons. Grand Lodge of Iowa - 1901
...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...
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Lit, Volume 9

1844
...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...
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Lyric Gems: A Collection of Original and Select Sacred Poetry

Samuel Francis Smith - Gift books - 1844 - 128 pages
...decay, 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; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! We know...
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The Illustrated Book of Christian Ballads and Other Poems

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Religious poetry, English - 1844 - 164 pages
...And smile at thee ! — but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their preyj 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 ! We...
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Poems

Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Henry Theodore Tuckerman - English poetry - 1845 - 329 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,...— 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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