...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd 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. (II. 12-22) Dismemberment...

...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:...look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. tn Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While...

...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd 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. ("To Autumn," 11. 12-22)...

...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:...thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20 Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Where are...

...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd 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. "To Autumn* is undoubtedly...

...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:...look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Ill Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—...

...sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep 20 Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings...they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, 25 While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in...

...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd 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...

...so much in my Sunday's walk that I composed upon it.' Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness! .... 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...

...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;...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...