 | Daniel Craig McCallum - 1870 - 76 стор.
...my mind, and as a spell is cast, " The mill will never grind, with water that is past." y- y <3V-*V Soft Summer winds revive no more, leaves strewn o'er...deep and still, But never glideth back again, to busy Water-Mill, The solemn proverb speaks to all, with meaning deep and vast. " The mill will never grind,... | |
 | Daniel Craig McCallum - 1870 - 72 стор.
...withered leaves, As on the field the Reaper's sing, while binding up the sheaves, A solemn proverb strikes my mind, and as a spell is cast, " The mill will never grind, with water that is past." Soft Summer winds revive no more, leaves strewn o'er earth and main, The... | |
 | Daniel Craig McCallum - 1870 - 64 стор.
...withered leaves,. As on the field the Reaper's sing, while binding up the sheaves, A solemn proverb strikes my mind, and as a spell is cast, " The mill will never grind, with water that is past." Soft Summer winds revive no more, leaves strewn o'er earth and main, The... | |
 | 1878 - 270 стор.
...withered leaves, As on the field the reapers sing, while binding up the sheaves ; A solemn proverb strikes my mind, and as a spell is cast, "The mill...The sickle never more will reap the yellow-garnered The rippling stream flows ever on, aye tranquil, deep and still, But never glideth back again to busy... | |
 | Phineas Garrett - 1879 - 784 стор.
...withered leaves, As on the field the reapers sing, while binding np the sheaves 1 A solemn proverb strikes my mind, and as a spell is cast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past." The summer winds revive no more leaves strewn o'er earth and main, The sickle never more will reap... | |
 | Austin Barclay Fletcher - 1881 - 498 стор.
...withered leaves, As on the field the reapers sing, while binding up the sheaves ! A solemn proverb strikes my mind, and as a spell is cast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past." The summer winds revive no more leaves strewn o'er earth and main, The sickle never more will reap... | |
 | John Philip - 1881 - 184 стор.
...the withered leaves ; On the field the reapers sing, Binding up the sheaves ; And a proverb haunts my mind, And as a spell is cast, ' The mill will never grind With the water that is past.' Summer winds revive no more Leaves strewn over earth and main, And the... | |
 | Mrs. C. D. Field - 1881 - 232 стор.
...return sweet joys, neglected, thrown away, Nor leave one tender word unsaid, thy kindness sown broad cast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past." Oh! the wasted hours of life that have swiftly drifted by, Alas! the good one might have done, all... | |
 | Otis Henry Tiffany - 1883 - 954 стор.
...withered leaves, As on the fields the reapers sing, while bind' ing up the sheaves ! A solemn proverb strikes my mind, and as a spell is cast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past." The summer winds revive no more leaves strewn o'er earth and main, The sickle never more will reap... | |
 | 1884 - 780 стор.
...withered leaves, As on the field the reapers sing, wjiile binding np the sheaves! A solemn proverb strikes my mind, and as a spell is cast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past." The summer winds revive no more leaves strewn o'er earth and main, The sickle never more will reap... | |
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As on the field the reapers sing, while binding up the sheaves ! A solemn proverb strikes my mind, and as a spell is cast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past. 
