 | 1821 - 444 psl.
...colours ; and the grasshopper, too, chirps his merry note, From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead, When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees. Flying ants quit their nests, and the dew-moth, , and Granville butterfly, make their... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1821 - 448 psl.
...the little musician of the grass touches forth his tricksy note. The poetry of earth is never dead, When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead : That is the grasshopper's.... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 380 psl.
...little musician of the grass touches forth his tricsky note. The poetry of earth is never dead, — • When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead : That is the grasshopper's.... | |
 | William Hone - 1825 - 842 psl.
...the little musician" of the grass touches forth his tricksy note. The poetry of earth is never dead ; When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's.... | |
 | 1828 - 496 psl.
...the li'tle musician of the grass touches forth his tricksy note., The poetry of earth is never dead; When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hodge to hedge about the new-mown mead : That is the grasshopper'!.... | |
 | Isabella Jane Towers - 1830 - 336 psl.
...sunny skies and playful breezes shall invite them to the shade of leafy arbours. At that sweet time, " When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees;" when the fervent voice of the grasshopper chirping in his torrid joy, " runs From hedge... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 878 psl.
...the tittle musician of the grass touches forth his tricksy note. The poetry of earth is never dead; When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mowm mead : That is the grasshopper's.... | |
 | 1832 - 498 psl.
...meads. Gawin Douglas. THE DoG-DAYS. — We are never satisfied. Contentment is not the lot of our poor humanity. In winter, we complain of cold ; in spring,...complaining animal ? With respect to the oppressive sultriness of the dog-days, we beg pardon of the laurelled shade of Shakspeare, when we hint the possibility... | |
 | William Martin - 1852 - 434 psl.
...little musician in the grass touches forth his tricksey note. " The Poetry of Earth is never dead — When all the birds are faint with the hot sun And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge, about the new mown mead — That is the grasshopper's."... | |
 | 1836 - 98 psl.
...little musician of the grass touches forth his tricksy note — The poetry of earth is never dead ; When all the birds are faint with the hot sun And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the grasshopper... | |
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The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never... 
