 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1820 - 636 pàgines
...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook .,, Spares the next swath and all its twined...keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder press, with patient look, Thou watchcst the last oozings hours by hours. ' Where are the songs... | |
 | 1820 - 574 pàgines
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 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - 574 pàgines
...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next sw.ath and all its twined flowers...keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. III. ' Where are the... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 234 pàgines
...the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep Drowsy with fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou hast thy music too; While barred clouds bloom the soft... | |
 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 pàgines
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 730 pàgines
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 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 pàgines
...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath, and all its twined flowers...keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 pàgines
...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath, and all its twined flowers...keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs... | |
 | Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1834 - 428 pàgines
...words, the SOUL, is deep and into our hearts of our own decay ; but as poor Keats beautifully sings, Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they...barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plain with rosy hue. We have understood, that objects in no fewer than twelve counties may... | |
 | Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1834 - 432 pàgines
...words, the Son., is deep and into our hearts of our own decay ; but as poor KeaU beautifully sings, Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they...barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plain with rosy hue. We have understood, that objects in no fewer than twelve counties may... | |
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Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day... 
