 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1825 - 502 pàgines
...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,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Gulian Crommerlin Verplanck - 1827 - 332 pàgines
...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,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | 1829 - 436 pàgines
...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,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pàgines
...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,...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... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 pàgines
...though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the hazy 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 stream And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | 1831 - 548 pàgines
...though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light of the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the 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... | |
 | 1832 - 424 pàgines
...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,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. ' And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and... | |
 | 1832 - 540 pàgines
...though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light of the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek-blnssom that grew and faded... | |
 | 1832 - 542 pàgines
...though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light of 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 stream n0 more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek-blossom that grew... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1832 - 244 pàgines
...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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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... 
