 And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, 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,...  The naturalist's poetical companion, with notes, selected by E. Wilson - Page 404by Naturalist pseud, Edward Wilson (M.A., F.L.S.) - 1852Full view - About this book
 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - American periodicals - 1825 - 502 pages
...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 such days will...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 - Gift books - 1827 - 332 pages
...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 days will...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... | |
 | Medicine - 1828 - 646 pages
...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 is heard, though all the...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... | |
 | 1828 - 244 pages
...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...the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the leaves are still, And wrinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill: Then the eouth-wind searches... | |
 | 1829 - 436 pages
...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 days will...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 - American poetry - 1829 - 432 pages
...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 - English poetry - 1830 - 396 pages
...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 days will...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 - American poetry - 1830 - 516 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Flower language - 1832 - 244 pages
...clear, cold heaTen, As falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone And now, when comes the calm, mild day, As still such days will...south-wind searches for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood And by the streams no more, And then I think of one who... | |
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