 | 1853 - 560 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...look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. KEATS. 25 Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 стор.
...wind ; Or in a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook i the next swath and all its twined 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... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 стор.
...asleep, Drowsed wilh Ihe fume of poppies, while Ihy hook Spares the next swath and all its iwineil flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep...thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, wilh palienl look, Thou walchest the last oozings, hour» by hours. Where are the songs of Spring?... | |
 | Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1854 - 614 стор.
...half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while the hook Spares the next swath with all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner...barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnat mourns Among the river sallows,... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 стор.
...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... | |
 | Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1854 - 592 стор.
...all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across n brook : Or by a cider-press with patient look, Thou...by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where arc they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft dying... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 стор.
...thy hook _ Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou doat keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by...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... | |
 | 1856 - 754 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,...barred clouds bloom the soft - dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue : Then, in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows,... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 444 стор.
...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...brook ; , Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchcst the last oozings, hours by hours. Where arc the songs of Spring J Ay, where are they ? Think... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1856 - 794 стор.
...furrow sound asleep ! > Drows'd with the fumes of poppies ; while thy hook Spares the next swarth, and all its twined flowers ! And sometimes like a...brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou walcheat the last oozings, hours by hours ! " Where are the songs of Spring T Ay, where are they? Think... | |
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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... 
