 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1840 - 280 страници
...ne'er set mine image before thee. L. Bancroft. — (Translated from the German.) DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollow of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead j They rustle to the eddying gust and to the rabbit-s... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 страници
...calmly, and without pain ; And we will trust in God to see thee yet again. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, Charles Fox - 1841 - 290 страници
...like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. 200. Seven Iambuses. \ The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. The robin and the wren have flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood lop caws* the crow,... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 страници
...touched, will yield the music yet, it first received of thee. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. BY WILLIAM C. BRYANT. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread, The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 страници
...of thee. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN, BY WILLIAM C. BKYANT. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of tho year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows...to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread, The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through... | |
 | Ebenezer Bailey - 1841 - 416 страници
...gray, Writes in his own dust — ' Passing away.' LESSON XVI. The Death of the Flowers. — BRYANT. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves He dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown,... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 страници
...generations, The art that calls the harvest forth, And feeds the expectant nations. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through... | |
 | Lucy Hooper - 1842 - 304 страници
...sings your requiem all the day, And mourns because ye pass away. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. BRYANT. THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year,...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,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 страници
...Till from the trumpet's mouth is peal'd The blast of triumph o'er thy grave. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year,...wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sear. Hcap'd in the hollows of the grove, The wither'd leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying... | |
 | Francis Jenks, James Walker, Francis William Pitt Greenwood, William Ware - 1832 - 420 страници
...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, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through... | |
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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... 
