 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 páginas
...mid-day's sunny hours ; The wind-swept forest seems to sigh For the sweet time of leaves and flowers. " Yet has no month a prouder day, Not even when the...in their fresh array, Or Autumn tints the glowing wToods. " For this chill season now again Brings, in its annual round, the morn When, greatest of the... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 páginas
...mid-day's sunny hours ; The wind-swept forest seems to sigh For the sweet time of leaves and flowers. " Yet has no month a prouder day, Not even when the...in its annual round, the morn When, greatest of the sous of men. Our glorious Washington was born. " Lo, where, beneath an icy shield, Calmly the mighty... | |
 | Andrew James Symington - 1880 - 290 páginas
...mid-day's sunny hours; The wind-swept forest seems to sigh For the sweet time of leaves and flowers. " ' Yet has no month a prouder day, Not even when the...season now again Brings, in its annual round, the mom When, greatest of the sons of men, Our glorious Washington was born. " ' Ix>, where, beneath an... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 páginas
...sunny hours; The wind-swept forest seems to sigh For the sweet time of leaves and flowers. \— -a "Yet Edinburgh, Where Scotland's king did reign, That brave Earl Douglas suddenly her glowing woods, If о month can boast a prouder day. " For this chill season now again Brings, in... | |
 | 1889 - 236 páginas
...mid-day's sunny hours ; The wind-swept forest seems to sigh For the sweet time of leaves and flower*. Yet has no month a prouder day, Not even when the...broods O'er meadows in their fresh array, Or autumn tinte the glowing woods. For this chill season now again Brings, in its annual round, the morn When,... | |
 | John Bigelow - 1890 - 378 páginas
...mid-day's sunny hours ; The wind-swept forest seems to sigh For the sweet time of leaves and flowers. Yet has no month a prouder day, Not even when the...round, the morn When, greatest of the sons of men, Oar glorious Washington was born. Lo, where, beneath an icy shield, Calmly the mighty Hudson flows... | |
 | Francis M. Stalker, Charles Madison Curry, Walter W. Storms - 1900 - 718 páginas
...midday's sunny hours ; The wind-swept forest seems to sigh For the sweet time of leaves and flowers. Yet has no month a prouder day, Not even when the...their fresh array, Or Autumn tints the glowing woods. The same1 tune with other words is repeated be| When, greatest of the sons of men, Our glorious AVashington... | |
 | 1898 - 1292 páginas
...Washington, "His march through our lines is acknowledged to have been a prodigy of generalship." FEBRUARY "Yet has no month a prouder day, Not even when the..."For this chill season now again Brings in its annual rounds the morn When greatest of the sons of men, Our glorious Washington was born." —William Cullen... | |
 | Anna M. Clyde, Lillian Wallace - 1898 - 138 páginas
...Lincoln said ht had taken a pain out of his mind. THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT. WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY. ^\/ET has no month a prouder day, Not even when the summer...this chill season now again Brings, in its annual rounds, the morn When greatest of the sons of men, Our glorious Washington, was born. GEORGE WASHINGTON.... | |
 | 1900 - 654 páginas
...midday's sunny hours ; . The wind-swept forest seems to sigh For the sweet time of leaves and flowers. Yet has no month a prouder day, Not even when the...their fresh array, Or Autumn tints the glowing woods. The same tune with other words is repeated be' When, greatest of the sons of men, Our glorious Washington... | |
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Pale is the February sky, And brief the midday's sunny hours; The wind-swept forest seems to sigh For the sweet time of leaves and flowers. Yet has no month a prouder day, Not even when the summer broods O'er meadows In their fresh array, Or autumn tints... 
