 | 1820 - 574 pagina’s
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 | 1820 - 490 pagina’s
...t-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosey hue ; Then in a wailful choir thcsmall goals mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives ordirs : And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn : Hedge crickets sing ; and now with treble... | |
 | 1842 - 622 pagina’s
...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...dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden croft... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 234 pagina’s
...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 bleat loud from hilly bourn ; Hedge crickets sing ; and now with treble soft, The... | |
 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 pagina’s
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 | William Hone - 1826 - 850 pagina’s
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 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 pagina’s
...aloft, Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ! And full brown lambs bleat loud from hilly bourn ; Hedge crickets sing ; and now, with treble soft, The redbreast whistles from a garden croft ; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies ! mdon Magazine. WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 pagina’s
...aloft, Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ! And full brown lambs bleat loud from hilly bourn ; Hedge crickets sing ; and now, with treble soft, , The redbreast whistles from a garden croft ; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies ! London Magazine. LINES WRITTEN ON A BEANK... | |
 | William Hone - 1832 - 874 pagina’s
...stubble plains with rosy hue ; When in a wailful choir the small gnat» mourn Among the river swallows, gg when with treble soft The red-breast whistle.1! from the gardencroft ; And gathering swallows twitter... | |
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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,... 
