 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 sider
...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, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 sider
...half-reap 'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swarth and all its twined flowers ; And 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... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 sider
...hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a hnlf-rcap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...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 sider
...hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Dr on a half-reap'd 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 dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 sider
...hair soft-lifted by the 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 ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press,... | |
 | 1842 - 504 sider
...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 across a brook ; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours bv hours. Where are the songs... | |
 | 1842 - 480 sider
...hair soft-lifted by the 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; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 sider
...hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the So lonely 'twas, that Ood himself Scarce watchcst the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring! Ay, where are they ! Think... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 sider
...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... | |
 | 1909 - 844 sider
...Thy hair soft-lifted by the 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: Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too — While... | |
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Thy hair soft-lifted by the 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... 
