 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 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... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 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,...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 gr,ew up And faded... | |
 | John Sartain, Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1851 - 1054 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,...find them in the wood And by the stream no more." It is indeed " the death of the flowers" that affects us more at this season than aught else in the... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - 570 pages
...the hazy light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance lato 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... | |
 | 1918 - 798 pages
...Though all the trees arc xtill, And twinkle in the smoky light Tho waters of the rill. The south wind searches for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to linil them in the wood And by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in Her youthful hcauty... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pages
...though all the trees are stiH, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers, whose fragrance late he...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. 5. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 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... | |
 | William Ware - 1852 - 170 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,...find them in the wood and by the stream no more." Here are music, poetry, and painting — like Canova's Three Graces, embracing each other — bound... | |
 | 1852 - 196 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... | |
 | William Ware - 1852 - 162 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,...find them in the wood and by the stream no more." Here are music, poetry, and painting — like Canova's Three Graces, embracing each other — bound... | |
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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... 
