...perish where they died. •, y 5fi* THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 285 (THE DEATH OF THE FLC WERS. BT WC BRVANT. THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year,...wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove The wither'd leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying...

...most popular of the modern American poets. He has been for some years the editor of a New York paper. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...wailing 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...

...come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Hcap'd in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie...dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbits' tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top...

...the circle of my nest, I learn to pity those that roam, And love the more my humble home." BOWLES. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are...and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbits' tread. The robin and...

...celestial clime ! As if from heaven's wide-open gates did flow Health and refreshment on the world below. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are...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 Marshall College has been received. VOL. VI.— NOVEMBER, 1855.— No. XI. APRELUDE TO WINTER. " The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...wailing 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...

...fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown, — But all is not thine own ! 109. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying...

...NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOURS. CHAPTER I. ' O Death ! how thou spoil'st the best project of life !' PRIOR. ' The melancholy days are come — the saddest of the...wailing 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...

...within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame. Forest Hymn. The groves were God's first temples. The Death of the Flowers. The melancholy days are...winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sear. The Battle-Field. Truth crushed to earth shall rise again : The eternal years of God are hers ; But...

...forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine, The hand that made us is divine ! ADDISOX. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are...wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust,...