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" And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the... "
Readings in poetry: a selection from the best English poets, from Spenser to ... - Sivu 354
tekijä(t) Readings - 1843 - 448 sivua
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The New-York Review, and Atheneum Magazine, Nide 1

William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1825 - 502 sivua
...the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters...side ; In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief; Yet not unmeet it...

The Worcester Talisman, Nide 1

1828 - 244 sivua
...eouth-wind searches for the flowers, whose fragrance late he bore, Aud sighs to find them in the field, and by the stream no more. And then I think of one,...— In the cold, moist earth, we laid her, when the tempest cast the leaf — And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: — Yet not uumeet...

The Medical Intelligencer: Containing Extracts from Foreign and ..., Nide 5

1828 - 646 sivua
...bee from out their winter home,— V» hen the sound of dropping- nuts is heard, though all the trees are still And twinkle in the smoky light the waters...wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late ha bore, And sighs to nnd them in the woods and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who...

Specimens of American Poetry: With Critical and Biographical Notices ..., Nide 3

Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 sivua
...the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely...

Studies in Poetry: Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best ...

George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 sivua
...the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters...sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no mora^ \ i And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died. The fair meek blossom that grew...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 sivua
...home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the hazy light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches...And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded...

Southern Review, Nide 8

1831 - 548 sivua
...the sound of droppmg nuts is heard, though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light of the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for...flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to ¡им! them in the wood and by the stream no raore. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty...

The Southern Review, Nide 8

1832 - 540 sivua
...sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light of the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for...of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek-blnssom that grew and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest...

The Southern Review, Nide 8

1832 - 542 sivua
...sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light of the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for...And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream n0 more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek-blossom that grew...

Flora's Interpreter, Or The American Book of Flowers and Sentiments

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1832 - 244 sivua
...Though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light The waters of the rill, The south-wind searches for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood And by the streams no more, And then I think of one who in Her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that...




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