 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 strani
...oozings hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they 1 Think not of them, thou host thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying...sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown Iambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 682 strani
...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...gnats mourn Among the river sallows ; borne aloft Or suiking, as the light wind lives or dies ! And full grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; H«dge-crickets... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 strani
...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...in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river-sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1846 - 332 strani
...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...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 strani
...stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river-sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or...loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing j and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 strani
...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...now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. — KEATS. Nay, William, nay, not so ! the... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 strani
...Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they l . Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While...dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bouni; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 strani
...Thou watches! the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the song» of Spring? Ay, where are they Î Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While...wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallow«, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 strani
...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...garden-croft ; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. TO THE NIGHTINGALE. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock... | |
 | William Ewart - 1849 - 94 strani
...the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them. Thou hast thy music too. While floating clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains...aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies, Or full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourne ; Hedge crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The... | |
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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 sallows,... 
