 | John Keats - 1863 - 370 sayfa
...sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a eider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings,...Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they V And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 sayfa
...; 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 twine"d flowers : And sometimes...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... | |
 | 1864 - 150 sayfa
...half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swarth and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes like a...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... | |
 | John Dennis - 1865 - 344 sayfa
...sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a eider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings,...Think not of them, — thou hast thy music too, While barrecl clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful... | |
 | Beauties - 1865 - 96 sayfa
...Or, on a half-reap'd furrow, sound asleep, Drowsed with the fumes of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath, and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes,...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... | |
 | John Dennis - 1865 - 340 sayfa
...sometime 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,...Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they I Think not of them, — thou hast thy music too, While barrfid clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1866 - 300 sayfa
...; 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 ; And sometimes...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... | |
 | Walter Scott Dalgleish - 1866 - 170 sayfa
...nature. — Addison. 7. Ye, therefore, who love mercy, teach your sons To love it too. — Cowper. 8. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, -where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too. — Keats. 9. I did not immediately go down, but when I did, the group which presented itself, arranged... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 sayfa
...POPE. Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes...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... | |
 | Woodland - 1868 - 186 sayfa
...; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes...keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou wat chest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs... | |
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Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, 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... 
