 | 1821 - Страниц: 438
..."Wtat are the songs of Spring ? Aye, where are they i Think not of them : thou hast thy music too; Vhik barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn -BIOM the river shallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light... | |
 | 1820 - Страниц: 574
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 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - Страниц: 574
...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...too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft And full-grown lambs... | |
 | 1820 - Страниц: 490
...sof t-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosey hue ; Then in a wailful choir thcsmall goals mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives ordirs : And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn : Hedge crickets sing ; and now with treble... | |
 | 1842 - Страниц: 622
...where are they ? But, sober Autumn, thou hast music too— While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ;...aloft, Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The red-breast... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - Страниц: 234
...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 dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue : Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats... | |
 | John Keats - 1926 - Страниц: 738
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 | John Keats - 1926 - Страниц: 730
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 | William Hone - 1826 - Страниц: 850
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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, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river... 
