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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... "
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Poems

William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 trang
...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 rill,...then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when...

The Poets of America, Tập 1

John Keese - 1840 - 304 trang
...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 rill,...searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, [more. And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no And then I think of one who in her youthful...

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

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1840 - 280 trang
...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 grew up and laded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when...

The Poets of America, Tập 1

John Keese - 1840 - 300 trang
...flowers whose fragrance late he bore, [more. And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her when...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 366 trang
...; 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...then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up, and faded by my side. l96 THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. In the cold moist...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 374 trang
...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...then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up, and faded by my side. 196 THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. In the cold moist...

The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional Notes

George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 trang
...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 rill,...And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream DO more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew...

The Lady's Book of Flowers and Poetry: To which are Added, a Botanical ...

Lucy Hooper - 1842 - 304 trang
...the sound of dropping nuts is heard, Though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light The south wind searches for the flowers Whose fragrance...then I think of one who in Her youthful beauty died, — The fair, meek blossom, that grew up And faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her,...

The Christian Examiner and General Review, Tập 12

Francis Jenks, James Walker, Francis William Pitt Greenwood, William Ware - 1832 - 420 trang
...their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees will come, are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,...bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the sfream no more. 'And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that...

The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 trang
...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 rill, The south wind searehes for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood And by the...




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