 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 psl.
...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,...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 - 424 psl.
...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,...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... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 psl.
...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,...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,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 psl.
...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,...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... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 psl.
...sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Stead}' thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder-press with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings,...And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows borne aloft, Or smiling as the light wind... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 psl.
...Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the lost oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring?...in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 psl.
...oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they f Think not of them, thou host thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying...Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among Ihe river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as ihe light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 psl.
...laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozmgs, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay,...in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; ODE ON MELANCHOLY. No, no !... | |
 | 1862 - 512 psl.
...head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours bv hours. "Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are...in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat... | |
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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,... 
