 | 1821 - 438 lapas
..."Wtat are the songs of Spring ? Aye, where are they i Think not of them : thou hast thy music too; Vhik barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn -BIOM the river shallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light... | |
 | 1820 - 574 lapas
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 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - 574 lapas
...patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. III. ' Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast...too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft And full-grown lambs... | |
 | 1820 - 490 lapas
...sof t-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosey hue ; Then in a wailful choir thcsmall goals mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives ordirs : And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn : Hedge crickets sing ; and now with treble... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 234 lapas
...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 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 lapas
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 730 lapas
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 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 lapas
...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 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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 lapas
...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 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... | |
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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,... 
