 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 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... | |
 | Lucy Hooper - 1842 - 304 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 south wind searches for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 294 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...more. And then I think of one who in her youthful betiuty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: In the cold moist earth we... | |
 | The Dublin University Magazine.VOL.XXII July to December,1843 - 1843 - 770 страници
...come, To call the squirrel and the bee From out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts U heard, Though all the trees are still, And twinkle...for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And Highs to lind them in the wood And by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in Her youthful... | |
 | Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree - 1844 - 498 страници
...the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuls is heard, though all the trees ue still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of...rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose frngrance late he bore, And Biglu to find them in the wood and by the stream no more! And then I think... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1845 - 846 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... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 216 страници
...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...them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then 1 think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my... | |
 | 1848 - 650 страници
...brightness of their smile was gone from upward, glade and glen. The south-wind searches for the flowers when fragrance late he bore And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more." As sings the true poet of America, Bryant. Dead, all dead ! save, as we said before, those bright-hued... | |
 | Timothy Stone Pinneo - 1847 - 502 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...stream no more. And then I think of one, who in Her youth ful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up And faded by my side ; In the cold, moist... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1848 - 284 страници
...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 tit ir meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the... | |
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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 ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of... 
