 They made the woodlands glad or mad. I touch this flower of silken leaf, Which once our childhood knew; Its soft leaves wound me with a grief Whose balsam never grew.  Scribners Monthly - Page 4671879Full view - About this book
 | Hosea Ballou, George Homer Emerson, Thomas Baldwin Thayer, Richard Eddy - 1847 - 444 pages
...spiritual associations, than the verse in the " Dirge," referring to the death of his brothers, — "I touch this flower of silken leaf, Which once our...leaves wound me with a grief Whose balsam never grew." We have heard the " Threnody " characterised as cold and cheerless, as being the musical utterance... | |
 | 1854 - 518 pages
...Concord gleamed below, Pouring as wide a flood As when my brothers, long ago, Came with me to the wood. "I touch this flower of silken leaf, Which once our childhood knew ; Its scift leaves wound me with a grief Whose balsam never grew." It might not seem delicate in us to speak... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 244 pages
...faded as they bade, *• All echoes hearkened for their sound, They made the woodlands glad or mad. I touch this flower of silken leaf Which once our...leaves wound me with a grief Whose balsam never grew. Hearken to yon pine warbler Singing aloft in the tree; Hearest thou, O traveller ! What he singeth... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 264 pages
...faded as they bade; All echoes hearkened for their sound, — They made the woodlands glad or mad. I touch this flower of silken leaf, Which once our...leaves wound me with a grief Whose balsam never grew. Hearken to yon pine-warbler Singing aloft in the tree ! Hearest thou, O traveller, What he singeth... | |
 | 1849 - 448 pages
...this world the feast it was, Who learned with me the lore of time, Who loved this dwelling-place t " I touch this flower of silken leaf, Which once our...childhood knew ; Its soft leaves wound me with a grief \Vhose balsam never grew. '• Hearken to yon pine-warbler Singing aloft in the tree ! Hearest thou,... | |
 | 1854 - 504 pages
...Concord gleamed below. Pouring as wide a flood A- when my brothers, long ago, Came with me to tile wood. "I touch this flower of silken leaf, Which once our...leaves wound me with a grief "Whose balsam never grew." It might not seem delicate in us to speak of the other two, and we will add but a word. The elder is... | |
 | 1854 - 516 pages
...Concord gleamed below, Pouring as wide a flood As when my brothers, long ago, Came with me to the wood. "I touch this flower of silken leaf, Which once our childhood knew ; Iii soft leaves wound me with a grief Whose balsum never grew." It might not seem delicate in us... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 pages
...and faded as they bade, All echoes hearken'd for their sound, They made the woodlands glad or mad. I touch this flower of silken leaf Which once our childhood knew, Its soft leaves wound tne with a grief Whose balsam never grew. Hearken to yon pine warbler, Singing aloft in the tree ;... | |
 | Theodore Parker - 1864 - 626 pages
...this world the feast it was, Who learn'd with me the lore of time, Who loved this dwelling-place ! " I touch this flower of silken leaf, Which once our...leaves wound me with a grief Whose balsam never grew. " Hearken to you pine-warbler Singing aloft in the tree ! Hearest thou, O traveller, What he singeth... | |
 | R. C. J. - 1866 - 304 pages
...and faded as they hade, All echoes hearkened for their sound, They made the woodlands glad, or mad. I touch this flower of silken leaf Which once our...leaves wound me with a grief Whose balsam never grew. Hearken to yon pine-warbler, Singing aloft in the tree ; Hearest thou, O traveller ! What he singeth... | |
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