 | Henrietta Dumont - 1852 - 330 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 streams no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1852 - 250 pages
...the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light The waters of the rill, — 12. The south wind searches for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood And by the streams no more. 13. And then I think of one who, in Her youthful beauty died, _ The fair meek blossom... | |
 | 1852 - 638 pages
...Though all the trees are still, And twinkling 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 wind And by the streams no more. And then I think of one who in Her youthful beauty died, The fair,... | |
 | Naturalist pseud, Edward Wilson (M.A., F.L.S.) - 1852 - 444 pages
...smoky light the waters of the rill, The south-wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late they bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And when I think of one, who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | 1852 - 638 pages
...Though all the trees are still, And twinkling in the smoky light The waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to und them in the wind And by the streams no more. And then I think of one who in Her youthful beauty... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1852 - 318 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 flnd them in the wood and by the streams no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty... | |
 | Anna U. Russell - 1853 - 580 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 Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - 344 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1853 - 254 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,...sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no mote.' " " While I," returned Flora, " can feel and love the more cheerful spirit of Waterston. Let... | |
 | Martha Noyes Williams - 1853 - 290 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 streams no more. And then I think of one who in Her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that... | |
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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... 
