...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...

...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...

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...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,...

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...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,...

...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...

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