 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1820 - 636 ˹éÒ
...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...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... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - 574 ˹éÒ
...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next sw.ath 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. III. ' Where are the... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 234 ˹éÒ
...the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep Drowsy with fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...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 - 476 ˹éÒ
...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...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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 ˹éÒ
...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...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... | |
 | Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1834 - 428 ˹éÒ
...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... | |
 | Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1834 - 432 ˹éÒ
...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... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 476 ˹éÒ
...winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reaped furrow sound asleep. Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while the lonik 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... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - 336 ˹éÒ
...winnowing wind ; Or in 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 cider press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Where are the songs... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 ˹éÒ
...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,... | |
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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... 
