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... Southern Review - Стр. 4511831Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| William Cullen Bryant - 1975 - Страниц: 586
...Nevertheless, Bryant kept the original verb in the concluding line of the first stanza of this poem: "And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day." See Poems (1876), p. 132. 3. Probably National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing... | |
| Donald Hall - 1985 - Страниц: 266
...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...are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprung and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their... | |
| Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - Страниц: 1172
...the saddest of the year — Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. (1. 1—2) 8 azen airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves; (1. 7-9) 9 And then I think of one... | |
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