 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1825 - 506 sider
...cold Heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the blossoms never smiled again by upland glade or glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day — as still...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Gulian Crommerlin Verplanck - 1827 - 332 sider
...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...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... | |
 | 1828 - 646 sider
...as falls the plague on men And the bnghlness of their smile was gone from upland, glade and glen.' And now when comes the calm mild day,— as still such days will come Jo call the sqmrrel and the bee from out their winter home,— V» hen the sound of dropping- nuts... | |
 | 1828 - 244 sider
...cold Heaven, as falls the plague on men, Aud the blossom never smiled again by uplaud glade or glen. And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days must come, To call the squirrel and the bee, from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping... | |
 | 1829 - 436 sider
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 sider
...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...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... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 sider
...as foils 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...though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the hazy light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 sider
...smile was gone from upland, glade. and glen. And now when comes the calm mild day— as still such dtJi will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out...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... | |
 | 1831 - 548 sider
...the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the cnlm mild day, as still such days will come. To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter bome ; When the sound of droppmg nuts is heard, though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 sider
...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...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... | |
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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, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream... 
