 | 1837 - 644 pages
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 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - Art - 1845 - 846 pages
...mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all...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... | |
 | Book - English poetry - 1847 - 216 pages
...day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, — When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all...them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then 1 think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my... | |
 | 1848 - 650 pages
...brightness of their smile was gone from upward, glade and glen. The south-wind searches for the flowers when fragrance late he bore And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more." As sings the true poet of America, Bryant. Dead, all dead ! save, as we said before, those bright-hued... | |
 | Timothy Stone Pinneo - Readers - 1847 - 502 pages
...mild day. As still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee From out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, Though all...stream no more. And then I think of one, who in Her youth ful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up And faded by my side ; In the cold, moist... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Flower language - 1848 - 284 pages
...for the flowers, whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the streams no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The tit ir meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the... | |
 | 1848 - 594 pages
...mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And twinkle in the smoky light... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Flower language - 1849 - 310 pages
...the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the treea are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters...bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the streams no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that... | |
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Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade and glen. And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee... 
