 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 страници
...summer has e'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ! Sunn-time1*, whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 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...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... | |
 | Naturalist pseud, Edward Wilson (M.A., F.L.S.) - 1852 - 444 страници
...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed 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, Drows'd with the fume... | |
 | 1852 - 782 страници
...cease ; For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy celia. " Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store t 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 sound asleep ! Drows'd with the fumes... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 страници
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For summer has o'erbiimmed 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-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume... | |
 | 1853 - 560 страници
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed 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-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume... | |
 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 страници
...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed 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-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 страници
...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed 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 reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume... | |
 | Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1854 - 592 страници
...o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft beneath thy store ? Sometimes whoever seek, abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary...Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while the hook Spares the next swath... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 страници
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed 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-reaped furrow sound asleep, Prowsed with the fume... | |
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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... 
