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" THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin... "
The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse - Side 238
1834
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The Book of Flowers

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1836 - 434 sider
...to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the young fair flowers, that lately sprung and stood, In brighter light and...
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The Young Lady's Reader

Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 sider
...to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprung and stood In brighter light and softer...
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Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious Kind

Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 sider
...to the eddying gust and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the r 201 Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprung and stood In brighter light...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious Kind

Emily Taylor - 1839 - 304 sider
...to the eddying gust and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprung and stood In brighter light and softer...
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The Poets of America, Bind 1

John Keese - 1840 - 300 sider
...winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust,...wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer...
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Poems

William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 sider
...winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust,...wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

The Poets of America, Bind 1

John Keese - 1840 - 304 sider
...winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust,...wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer...
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Flora's Interpreter : Or, The American Book of Flowers and Sentiments

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1840 - 280 sider
...to the eddying gust and to the rabbit-s tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the young fair flowers, that lately sprung and stood, In brighter light and...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 374 sider
...winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust,...wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprung and stood In brighter light and softer...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 366 sider
...winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust,...wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprung and stood In brighter light and softer...
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