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,... The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900 - Página 726editado por - 1908 - 1084 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
| 1844 - 276 páginas
...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... | |
| Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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... | |
| 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... | |
| 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...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... | |
| William Ewart - 1849 - 94 páginas
...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... | |
| 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... | |
| Naturalist pseud, Edward Wilson (M.A., F.L.S.) - 1852 - 444 páginas
...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... | |
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