 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1820 - 636 էջ
...dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder press, with patient look, Thou watchcst the last oozings hours by hours. ' Where are the songs...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... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - 574 էջ
...brook ; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. III. ' Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they...hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 234 էջ
...like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou hast thy music too; While barred clouds bloom the soft... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 էջ
...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....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,... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 էջ
...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....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,... | |
 | Mary Roberts - 1831 - 388 էջ
...Polar regions, the delicious fruits of the torrid zone ? OCTOBER. ' Where are the songs of spring ? Ah, where are they ? Think not of them ; thou hast thy music too,— While barred clouds deck the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plain with rosy hue." KEATS. THE autumnal heavens are... | |
 | Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1834 - 432 էջ
...words, the Son., is deep and into our hearts of our own decay ; but as poor KeaU beautifully sings, Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they...barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plain with rosy hue. We have understood, that objects in no fewer than twelve counties may... | |
 | Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1834 - 428 էջ
...words, the SOUL, is deep and into our hearts of our own decay ; but as poor Keats beautifully sings, Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they...barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plain with rosy hue. We have understood, that objects in no fewer than twelve counties may... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 476 էջ
...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 ? Aye, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— While barred clouds bloom the... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - 336 էջ
...like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where ore they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying... | |
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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... 
