| William Martin - 1838 - 368 páginas
...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...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... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 páginas
...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...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... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 páginas
...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...gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a hrook : Or, hy a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours hy hours. Where... | |
| Jewel - 1839 - 352 páginas
...sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Stead}' 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 wailful choir the small gnats... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 páginas
...winnowing wind ; Or on a hnlf-rcap'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 walchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they f Think... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 páginas
...furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all ¡ts twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou...cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the lost oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them,... | |
| John Keats - 1841 - 254 páginas
...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...cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozmgs, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou... | |
| 1862 - 512 páginas
...head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours bv hours. "Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are...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... | |
| 1842 - 480 páginas
...brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours bv hours. "VVnere are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they'? Think...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... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy imself Scarce watchcst the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring! Ay, where are they ! Think... | |
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