 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 pages
...the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light The waters of the rill, The south wind searehes for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And...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... | |
 | Francis Jenks, James Walker, Francis William Pitt Greenwood, William Ware - 1832 - 420 pages
...the trees will come, 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 sfream no more. 'And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew - 1843 - 614 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 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... | |
 | Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree - 1844 - 498 pages
...waters of the 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 of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom, that grew up and faded... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 pages
...from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the 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... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1845 - 846 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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 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... | |
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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... 
