 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 pages
...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,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, — The fair meek blossom that grew up, and... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 pages
...heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the The south wind searches for the flowers •whose fragrance late he...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | 1839 - 430 pages
...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 and hy the stream no more. it And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 pages
...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,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 304 pages
...the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, [more. And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 pages
...though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the hazy light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up, and faded... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 pages
...though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the hazy light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up, and faded... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 pages
...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 and by the stream DO more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 pages
...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,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one, who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | Lucy Hooper - 1842 - 304 pages
...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,...to find them in the wood And by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in Her youthful beauty died, — The fair, meek blossom, that grew up And... | |
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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... 
