 | 1849 - 854 páginas
...thy pure spring of joy ? Then to Him, fluttering spirit, to Him ! DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. BY BRYANT. 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, Tl.ey rustle to the eddying... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1849 - 310 páginas
...saudest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in ihe hollow of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust and to the rabbit,s tread. The robin and the wren tire ilown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top... | |
 | 1850 - 300 páginas
...our friends the grave devours, When all the world around us lowers, We 'll look from earth to heaven. 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 wither'd leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust... | |
 | Pliny Miles - 1850 - 372 páginas
...him not know it, and he's not robbed at all. Othello — Act 3, Sc. 3. SHAKSPEARE. MAKE A MUMMY. 139. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollow of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying... | |
 | Miss Colman (Pamela Atkins) - 1850 - 146 páginas
...more divine Than the clear, pearly, virgin lustre ahed Forth from thy breast upon the river's bed, The Death of the Flowers. THE melancholy days are...The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked wooda, And meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The withered leaves lie dead;... | |
 | Louisa Fisher Hawes - 1850 - 396 páginas
...chill night wind whistling against the casement. I thought continually of Bryant's words on autumn, " The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere." But I thank God, that a year has taught me better lessons. How quickly this summer has passed... | |
 | Pliny Miles - 1850 - 374 páginas
...him not know it, and he's not robbed at all. Othello — Act 3, Sc. 3. SHAKSPEARE. MAKE A MUMMY. 139. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollow of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying... | |
 | 1850 - 340 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | 1863 - 896 páginas
...this season of the year, Bryant's beautiful Poem on THE DKATH OF Till FLOWERS. The melancholy days arc come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere, Heaped in the hollow of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust,... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 páginas
...shore ; And, listening to thy murmur, he shall deem He hears the rustling leaf and running stream. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are...And to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, Through all the gloomy... | |
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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... 
