 And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their...  Landscape in Poetry from Homer to Tennyson - الصفحة 213بواسطة Francis Turner Palgrave - 1897 - عدد الصفحات: 302عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 636
...more, 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...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook .,, Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 574
...Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. II. ' 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-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of... | |
 | George Croly - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 430
...the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - عدد الصفحات: 476
...will never cease, For summer hath o'erhrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amidst thy store ! 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-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...will never cease, For summer hath o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amidst thy store ! Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft 1 if ted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume... | |
 | 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 490
...it , will never ceatr, For Summer has uVr-bi'inimM their clatnir.r cells. "Who hath not seen theeoft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy book Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ;... | |
 | George Croly - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 436
...the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 460
...for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? . Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may Hud Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or in a... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 476
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy celU Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-liftdd by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reaped furrow sound asleep. Drowsed with the fume... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 336
...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...floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next... | |
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