 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 682 páginas
...with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours ! " Where are the songs of Spring! Ay, where are they? Think not of them ! Thou hast...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 - 348 páginas
...with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 páginas
...with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast...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 páginas
...with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast...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,... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 794 páginas
...watchest the last oozings, hours by hours ! •" Where are the songs of Spring 1 Ay, where are they r Think not of them ! Thou hast thy music too ; While...bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains wiih rosy hue ! 'Then in a wailful choir the small gnati mourn Among the river gallows; borne aloft... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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...now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft ; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. TO THE NIGHTINGALE. My heart aches, and... | |
 | William Ewart - 1849 - 94 páginas
...will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. 2. Where are 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 with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 páginas
...pntient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hour:! by hours. Where are the songs of Spring 1 Aye, where are they Think not of them, thou hast thy music...now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a gurden-croft ; TO THE NIGHTINGALE. M v heart aclies, and a drowsy numbness paint My sense, as though... | |
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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,... 
