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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century - Страница 193
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The New-York Review, and Atheneum Magazine, Том 1

William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1825 - 506 страници
...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 searches...fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side ; In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely...

The Talisman for ...

William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Gulian Crommerlin Verplanck - 1827 - 332 страници
...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 searches...fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely...

The Worcester Talisman, Том 1

1828 - 244 страници
...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,...fair, meek blossom that grew up, and faded by my side; — In the cold, moist earth, we laid her, when the tempest cast the leaf — And we wept that one...

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

1828 - 646 страници
...V» hen 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 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...

Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829 - 436 страници
...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 searches...fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely...

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

Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 страници
...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 searches...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...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 страници
...sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as foils the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile...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...

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

George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 страници
...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 searches...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...

Southern Review, Том 8

1831 - 548 страници
...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...

Christian Examiner and Theological Review, Том 7; Том 12

1832 - 424 страници
...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 searches...fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her when the forest cast the leaf, And wept that one so lovely should...




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