 | William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 320 стор.
...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 And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 318 стор.
...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 And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | 1855 - 902 стор.
...the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind looks for flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the.stream no more." STJREIY the author of this motto must have had a heart which throbbed in pious... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1855 - 500 стор.
...the waters of the rill : The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, Ana sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.* " " While I," returned Flora, " can feel and love the more cheerful spirit of Waterston. Let me repeat... | |
 | 1897 - 404 стор.
...beautiful verses on "The Death of the Flowers," his ear catches a dirge in the wind. "The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,...find them in the wood and by the stream no more." The high, rank grass of the meadow is to his eye the garniture of the graves of a race represented... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 816 стор.
...And twinkle In the smoky light the waters of the rill. The south wind searches for the flowers whuse fragrance late he bore. And sighs to find them In the wood and by the stream no more. Here are music, poetry, and painting—like Canova's Three Graces, embracing each other—bouud together... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 стор.
...smoky light the waters of the rill ; The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late it bore, And sighs to find them in the wood, and by the stream, no more. BRYANT. THE MINSTREL'S HOPE. " O YE wild groves, oh, where is now your bloom !" (The muse interprets... | |
 | 1008 стор.
...though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky lieht the waters of the rill— The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them iu the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty dii'il —... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 808 стор.
...Lhuugli 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 flud them In the wood and hy the stream no more. Here are music, poetry, and painting — like Canova's... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1858 - 752 стор.
...though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light tho waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers, whose fragrance late he...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... | |
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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... 
