 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - 574 pàgines
...Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next sw.ath and all its twined flowers : And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost 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... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1820 - 636 pàgines
...Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook .,, Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers : And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost 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... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 234 pàgines
...asleep Drowsy with fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady...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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 pàgines
...Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath, and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost 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 - 476 pàgines
...Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath, and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost 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... | |
 | Mary Roberts - 1831 - 388 pàgines
...Polar regions, the delicious fruits of the torrid zone ? OCTOBER. ' Where are the songs of spring ? Ah, where are they ? Think not of them ; thou hast thy music too,— While barred clouds deck the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plain with rosy hue." KEATS. THE autumnal heavens are... | |
 | 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...hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plain with rosy hue. We have understood, that objects in no fewer... | |
 | 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...hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plain with rosy hue. We have understood, that objects in no fewer... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 476 pàgines
...Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while the lonik Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes, like a gleaner, thou dost 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... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - 336 pàgines
...Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Where are the songs... | |
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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... 
