 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1825 - 506 strani
...of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers...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 Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Gulian Crommerlin Verplanck - 1827 - 332 strani
...of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers...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... | |
 | 1828 - 646 strani
...of dropping- nuts is heard, 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 ha bore, And sighs to nnd them in the woods and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who... | |
 | 1829 - 436 strani
...of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers...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 - 1830 - 516 strani
...of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers...sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no mora^ \ i And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died. The fair meek blossom that grew... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 strani
...of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the hazy light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers...And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | 1831 - 548 strani
...droppmg nuts is heard, though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light of the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to ¡им! them in the wood and by the stream no raore. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty... | |
 | 1832 - 540 strani
...dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light of the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers...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-blnssom that grew and faded... | |
 | 1832 - 424 strani
...of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers...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... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 strani
...of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers...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... 
