 | Frederick Hinde - 1858 - 64 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... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1858 - 292 pages
...bear with one who has memory each moment to invoke. 'Tis now the winter of his life: " The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. Yet not unmeet it was that two, like those young friends of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 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... | |
 | 1902 - 438 pages
...though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the nil, 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... | |
 | 1906 - 432 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. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. INDIAN SUMMER From gold to gray Our mild, sweet day Of Indian summer fades too... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1906 - 548 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... | |
 | Donald Grant Mitchell - 1907 - 352 pages
...veil. There is no need. We only turn to his book and read, in the "Autumn Days," how— "The south-wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,...find them, in the wood and by the stream, no more. 272 And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and... | |
 | Edwin Winfield Bowen - 1908 - 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 grew up and faded... | |
 | Anna Callender Brackett - 1909 - 374 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. ** The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year." The Death of the Flowers, In the cold,... | |
 | M. A. Morse - 1909 - 132 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. — WC Bryant. 41. When Winter decks his few gray hairs, Thee in the scanty wreath he wears ; Spring... | |
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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... 
