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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... "
The North British review - 470. oldal
1867
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The New-York Review, and Atheneum Magazine, 1. kötet

William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1825 - 506 oldal
...nuts is heard, 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...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...

The Talisman for ...

William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Gulian Crommerlin Verplanck - 1827 - 332 oldal
...nuts is heard, 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...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...

Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829 - 436 oldal
...nuts is heard, 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...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...

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

George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 oldal
...nuts is heard, 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...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 oldal
...nuts is heard, 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...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, 8. kötet

1831 - 548 oldal
...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 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...

The Southern Review, 8. kötet

1832 - 540 oldal
...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 the flowers whose fragrance...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...

Christian Examiner and Theological Review, 7. kötet;12. kötet

1832 - 424 oldal
...nuts is heard, 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...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...

The Southern Review, 8. kötet

1832 - 542 oldal
...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 the flowers whose fragrance...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 oldal
...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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