 | 1874 - 334 sayfa
...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,...hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats... | |
 | 1874 - 332 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 lxitient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs... | |
 | John Keats - 1874 - 320 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 oo zings hours by hours. III. Where are the... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1875 - 660 sayfa
...And 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,...Think not of them ; thou hast thy music too, While barrdd clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1875 - 356 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 5 Think not of them, — thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day And... | |
 | Johann Christian Ferdinand Hoefer - 1875 - 476 sayfa
...she gathers her young around her with evident affection. FIG. 65. — Landscape. BOOK IV. AUTUMN. " Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they...not of them ; thou hast thy music too, While barred clouSs bloom the softly dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 sayfa
...: Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares own-stairs : ' The wine is left behind !' ' Good lack...it me. My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear m cider-press with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs... | |
 | Samuel Manning - 1880 - 260 sayfa
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. 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 plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats... | |
 | Charles Joseph Sherwill Dawe - 1877 - 392 sayfa
...half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies ; while thy hook Spares the next swathe and all its twined flowers. And sometimes like a gleaner...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... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 358 sayfa
...And 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,...songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them,—thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day And touch the stubble-plains... | |
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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... 
