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The juvenaile poetical library; selected from the works of modern British ... - Страница 196
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The Medical Intelligencer: Containing Extracts from Foreign and ..., Том 5

1828 - 646 страници
...call the sqmrrel and the bee from out their winter home,— V» hen the sound of dropping- nuts is heard, though all the trees are still And twinkle...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...

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

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

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

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

The Southern Review, Том 8

1832 - 540 страници
...sound of dropping 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...of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek-blnssom that grew and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest...

The Southern Review, Том 8

1832 - 534 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...the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs ro find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty...

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

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1832 - 244 страници
...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 rill, The south-wind searches for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood...

The Southern Review, Том 8

1832 - 542 страници
...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 of the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And...

Family Magazine: Or Monthly Abstract of General Knowledge, Том 1

1834 - 438 страници
...trees an And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, [still The south wind searches lor the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs...by the stream no more. And then I think of one who iu tier youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up" and faded by my side : In the cold,...




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