...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary-floor, Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings,...garden-croft ; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. J. KEATs. THE GNAT. WHEN by the green-wood side, at Summer eve, Poetic visions charm my closing eye...