...a brook ; Or, by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ? ay, where are they...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,...

...thou hast thy music too, While barrfid 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, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat...

...across a brook ; Or by a cider-press with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they...hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then with a wailful choir the small gnats...

...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...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,*...

...nature. — Addison. 7. Ye, therefore, who love mercy, teach your sons To love it too. — Cowper. 8. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, -where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too. — Keats. 9. I did not immediately go down, but when I did, the group which presented itself, arranged...

...with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ah, where are they ? Think not of them : thou hast thy...barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch tho stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn * Among the river...

...a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou wat chest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they...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,...

...a brook ; Or, by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thon watchest the last oozings, honrs by honrs. Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they ' Think not of them, thon hast thy mnsic too, — While barred clonds bloom the soft-dying day, And tonch the stnbble plains...

...across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they...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,...

...across a brook ; Or by a cider press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they...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...