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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... "
National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing of the ... - الصفحة 35
بواسطة Richard Green Parker - 1852
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The New-York Review, and Atheneum Magazine, المجلد 1

William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 506
...from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,...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...

The Talisman for ...

William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Gulian Crommerlin Verplanck - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 332
...from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,...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...

The Worcester Talisman, المجلد 1

1828 - عدد الصفحات: 244
...flowers, whose fragrance late he bore, Aud sighs to find them in the field, and by the stream no more. And then I think of one, who in her youthful beauty...— In the cold, moist earth, we laid her, when the tempest cast the leaf — And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: — Yet not uumeet...

The Medical Intelligencer: Containing Extracts from Foreign and ..., المجلد 5

1828 - عدد الصفحات: 646
...their winter home,— V» hen the sound of dropping- nuts is heard, though all the trees are still And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,...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...

Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829 - عدد الصفحات: 436
...from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,...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...

Studies in Poetry: Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best ...

George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,...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...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...home; When the sound 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...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...

Southern Review, المجلد 8

1831 - عدد الصفحات: 548
...the sound of 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...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...

Christian Examiner and Theological Review, المجلد 7;المجلد 12

1832 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,...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...

The Southern Review, المجلد 8

1832 - عدد الصفحات: 540
...sound of 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...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...




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