 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 стор.
...furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and nil rt hour». Where are the songs of spring ! Ay, where are they ! Think not of them, thou hast thy music... | |
 | 1897 - 986 стор.
...Through the old garden-ground of boyish days. And then I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four; 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... | |
 | 1892 - 890 стор.
...Wordsworth, from Scott or Byron or Lord Tennyson. But do we really get it much more clearly from Keats ? 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... | |
 | Sights - 1844 - 104 стор.
...under ground, and changes to a chrysalis, appearing next year as a perfect insect. A poet says : — "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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...wind ; Or on a ir<1i ,iii -M furrow sound asleep, [hook Drowsed with the fume of poppies while thy Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ;...brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watches* the last opziugs hoars by hours. Where ore the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 стор.
...the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 стор.
...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, [hook Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ;...Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they 1 Think not of them, thou host thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 стор.
...sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 115 Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest...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... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 стор.
...winnowing wind ; Or on a half reap'd furrow, sound asleep ! Drows'd with the fumes of poppies ; while thy hook Spares the next swath, and all its twined flowers...patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours liy hours ! " Where are the songs of Spring ! Ay, where are they ? Think not of them ! Thou hast thy... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1846 - 332 стор.
...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,...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... | |
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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... 
