...still Evening on, and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad. The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere, 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. tieven 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...

...Augustus defeated Anthony.» Ambition often drives men to do the meanest actions. The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and...Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves Ho dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are llown,...

...celestial clime! As if from heaven's wide-open gates did flow Health and refreshment on the world below. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are...and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and...

...earthly homes we dwell, Then life with all its dreams shall be but as that passing bell. E. CARRINGTON. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are...wailing 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...

...earthly homes we dwell, Then life with all its dreams shall be but as that passing bell. E. HARRINGTON. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are...wailing 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...

...the wind, and strew the grave of the dead." To use the words of Bryant : "The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere ; He ip'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves He dead, They rustle in the eddying...

...beams, Sheds gently down a mild and grateful warmth. CARLOS WILCOX. 17. The melancholy days are o'er, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sear. 18. The dead leaves strew the forest walk, And wither'd are the pale wild flowers ; The frost hangs...

...no hope above ! The Death of the Flowers.— BRYA.NT. 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 wither'd leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying...

...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,...wailing 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!...