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...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...And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;* Hedge crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering...

...Originality, 138-9. 104 Keats, Poems, 477: To Autumn', lines 12-22. Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too — 1O' That music, it must be emphasized, devolves from the soft yellows and browns of an English...

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...meaning simply themselves." Die dritte Strophe von 'To Autumn' lautet: 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 nver sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat...

...riches of autumn. Then in a wailful choit the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne alofr Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-ctickers sing; and now with a treble sofr The redbreast whisrles from a garden-ctofr; And gathering...

...cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core. Then in a wailful thftir the small gnat? mpurn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And Rill-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with a treble soft The redbreast...

...in the real fruits of a season. The question about praising song - "Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they? / Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, - " (23-24) - has already been answered by the verse itself. It includes the intricately punning music...

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...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...barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue: Then in a wailful quire the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows,...