 | Alonzo King - Burma - 1834 - 338 pages
...know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain ; But who shall teach us when...pale ? They have one season — all are ours to die. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - English poetry - 1835 - 346 pages
...thine own, oh ! Death. We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper...? — They have one season — all are ours to die ! , Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our... | |
 | Lady, A Lady - Bereavement - 1836 - 338 pages
...know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds'from far shall cross the sea, When Autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain, — But who shall teach us...pale ? They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - English poetry - 1836 - 472 pages
...know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain — But who shall teach us...when roses in our paths grow pale ? — They have on£ season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - American poetry - 1837 - 492 pages
...wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the goldengrain, But who shall teach us when to look for thee? Is it...pale? — They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - American poetry - 1837 - 416 pages
...sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the goldeng.ain, But who shall teach us when to look for thee 1 Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper...? — They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our... | |
 | Frederic James Post, of Islington - 1838 - 528 pages
...know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea — When Autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain; But who shall teach us, when...pale ? They have one season — ALL are ours to die ! Thou art, where billows foam, Thou art, where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 pages
...know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain ; But who shall teach us when...pale? They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our... | |
 | M. S. - English poetry - 1839 - 194 pages
...know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain ; But who shall teach us when...pale ? They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1839 - 362 pages
...know when moons shall wane, When Summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain— But who shall teach us when...when roses in our paths grow pale ?— They have one season—all are ours to die! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air;... | |
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Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season — all are ours, to die! 
