 | Fred Lewis Pattee - 1926 - 1160 pagine
...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, I And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. ' I pray thee, put into yonder port, '5 For I fear...moon we see ! ' The skipper, he blew a whiff from his gentl* race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. I0 The rain is... | |
 | Bliss Carman - 1927 - 714 pagine
...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that...not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid... | |
 | Bliss Carman - 1927 - 722 pagine
...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that...not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid... | |
 | 1927 - 490 pagine
...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that...not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the briar-rose and the orchis died amid... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1879 - 372 pagine
...flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow Through all the gloomy day. 2. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, That...not from out the gloomy earth The lovely ones again. 3. The wind-flower and the violet, They perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died Amid... | |
 | Jane Donahue Eberwein - 1978 - 398 pagine
...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that...their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. 10 The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth... | |
 | Donald Hall - 1985 - 266 pagine
...crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprung and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous...from out the gloomy earth, the lovely ones again. The wind-flower and the violet, they perish'd long ago, And the wild-rose and the orchis died amid... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 pagine
...the saddest of the year — Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. (1. 1—2) 8 azen (1. 7-9) 9 And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew... | |
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Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good... 
