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" Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor... "
The Monthly Review - Страница 343
1820
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The Eclectic Review, Том 14; Том 32

William Hendry Stowell - 1820
...more, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. • Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume...

Spirit of the English Magazines, Том 7

1820
...it , will never ceatr, For Summer has uVr-bi'inimM their clatnir.r cells. "Who hath not seen theeoft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume...

The English reading book, in verse

William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 212 страници
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee, oft amid thy store ? Sometimes,...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep Drowsy with fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829
...will never cease, For summer hath o'erhrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amidst thy store ! Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find...Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath,...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829
...will never cease, For summer hath o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amidst thy store ! Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find...sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft 1 if ted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of...

The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the ..., Том 4

A. Whitelaw - 1835
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy celU Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-liftdd by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reaped furrow sound asleep. Drowsed with the fume...

The Young Lady's Book of Elegant Poetry: Comprising Selections from the ...

Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - 320 страници
...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...winnowing wind : Or, on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ;...

The moral and intellectual school book

William Martin - 18?? - 348 страници
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...winnowing wind : Or, on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ;...

The Book of Gems: The Poets and Artists of Great Britain

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks ahroad may find Thee sitting, careless, on a granary floor, — Thy hair soft lifted hy the winnowing...




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