 THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin...  McGuffey's Third Eclectic Reader - 117. oldalszerző: William Holmes McGuffey - 1879 - 160 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1825 - 506 oldal
...and interesting subject. CHARLES WATTS. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are come — the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove the summer leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying wind,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Gulian Crommerlin Verplanck - 1827 - 332 oldal
...thee For the great work to set thy country free. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove the withered leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust... | |
 | 1828 - 646 oldal
...and pre- of its ligneous color. From the Talisman. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown'and sere Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves lie dead They rustle to the... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 oldal
...and dream for aye; And leave the vain low strife THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. THE melancholy days are come. the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove the wither'd leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 oldal
...it first received of thee. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. BY WILLIAM C. BRYANT. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leave* lie dead, They rustle to the eddying... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 oldal
...that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. THE melancholy days anTcome, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollews of the grove the wither'd leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust... | |
 | 1832 - 424 oldal
...winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust,...tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers,... | |
 | 1832 - 542 oldal
...below." The '• Death of the Flowers" is as poetical as its title. " The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked...and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and... | |
 | 1832 - 534 oldal
...Flowers" is as poetical as its titl£ il The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, af1 j Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown...and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 oldal
...purer air, Fly up at once and fix me there. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy daya are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying... | |
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