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,... Wordsworth to Dobell - Trang 449được biên tập bởi - 1880Xem Toàn bộ - Giới thiệu về cuốn sách này
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 trang
...the soft-dying day, uch the stubble plains with rosy hue : Then, in a wailful choir, the small knats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft, Or sinking...now, with treble soft, The redbreast whistles from a garden croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. GG was born on the 25th of January, 1772,... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 trang
...where are they ! Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the loft dying _z " unloved. But who, when I am turned to clay,...with pious hand shall bring The flowers she cherished boon ; j Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden croft,... | |
| 1844 - 276 trang
...thou hast thy music too ; White harr'd clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue. Then, in a wailful choir, the small...dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourne ; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now, with treble soft, The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 trang
...are they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soil-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then...sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind tires or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; aud now with... | |
| Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 trang
...head, across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours liy hours ! " Where are the songs of Spring ! Ay, where...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... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 trang
...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... | |
| John Keats - 1846 - 340 trang
...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...garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. ODE ON MELANCHOLY. No, no ! go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous... | |
| Half hours - 1847 - 580 trang
...the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head...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 trang
...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... | |
| George Croly - 1849 - 416 trang
...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...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 I had... | |
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