 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1825 - 502 str.
...winter home ; When 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...flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Gulian Crommerlin Verplanck - 1827 - 332 str.
...winter home ; When 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...flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty... | |
 | 1828 - 646 str.
...winter home,— V» hen 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 str.
...winter home ; When 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...flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 str.
...winter home ; When 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...flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And 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... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 str.
...home; When 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...flowers whose fragrance late he bore, 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... | |
 | 1832 - 424 str.
...winter home, When 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...flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. ' And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty... | |
 | 1832 - 542 str.
...sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light of the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for...flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream n0 more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty... | |
 | 1832 - 534 str.
...the sound of droppmg nuts is heard, though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light of the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for...the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs ro find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1832 - 244 str.
...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 he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood And by the streams no more, And then I think of one who in Her youthful beauty... | |
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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... 
