...mouth is peal'd The blast of triumph o'er thy grave. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THF. melancholy days arc come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sear. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, The wither'd leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying...

...sorrow did restrain, For she knew he was with Jesus, And she asked him not again ! THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. The melancholy days are come, the saddest...wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead : They rustle to the eddying...

...That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. iSeven Iambuses. The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. The robin and the wren have flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood top caws * the crow,...

...thee, no hope above! The Death of the Flowers.—Bryant. The melancholy days are come, the saddest cf the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wifher'd leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust,...

...fathers gray, Writes in his own dust—' Passing away.' LESSON XVI. The Death of the Flowers.—Bryant. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the...

...him not know it, and he's not robbed at all. Othello—Act 3, Sc. 3. SHAKSPEARE. MAKE A MUMMY. 139. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollow of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's...

...grave devours, When all the world around us lowers, We '11 look from earth to heaven. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest...winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove the wither'd leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust and...

...grave devours, When all the world around us lowers, We '11 look from earth to heaven. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest...winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove the wither'd leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust and...

...chill night wind whistling against the casement. I thought continually of Bryant's words on autumn, " The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere." But I thank God, that a year has taught me better lessons. How quickly this summer has passed! Let...

...from heaven's wide-open gates did flow Health and refreshment on the world below. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest...wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust,...