 | William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - 520 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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1847 - 456 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... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 216 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 1 think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 206 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... | |
 | 1848 - 650 pages
...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 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 youth ful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up And... | |
 | M. A. H. - 1849 - 160 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... | |
 | 1850 - 340 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... | |
 | Miss Colman (Pamela Atkins) - 1850 - 146 pages
...still, And twinkle in the smoky light The waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the Bowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs 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... | |
 | 1850 - 300 pages
...light the waters of the rill, The south win'd searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he hore, And sighs 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... 
