 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1825 - 502 psl.
...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...think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side ; In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Gulian Crommerlin Verplanck - 1827 - 332 psl.
...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...think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest... | |
 | 1828 - 244 psl.
...eouth-wind searches for the flowers, whose fragrance late he bore, Aud sighs to find them in the field, and by the stream no more. And then I think of one, who in her youthful beauty died, — The fair, meek blossom that grew up, and faded by my side; — In the cold, moist earth, we laid her, when the... | |
 | 1828 - 646 psl.
...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 ha bore, And sighs to nnd them in the woods and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who... | |
 | 1829 - 436 psl.
...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...think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 psl.
...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...to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 psl.
...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...sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no mora^ \ i And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died. The fair meek blossom that grew... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 psl.
...the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the hazy light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for...And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 psl.
...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...of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: In the cold moist earth we laid her when the forest... | |
 | 1832 - 424 psl.
...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...of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair, meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her when the forest... | |
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And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home... 
