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...a brook ; Or by a cyder press, with patient look, Thou watchcst the last oozings hours by hours. ' Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they...; 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 ; And...

...brook ; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. III. ' Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they...too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft And full-grown lambs...

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...with 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 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...

...across a brook ; Or by a cyder 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...

...across a brook ; Or by a cyder 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...

...Polar regions, the delicious fruits of the torrid zone ? OCTOBER. ' Where are the songs of spring ? Ah, where are they ? Think not of them ; thou hast thy music too,— While barred clouds deck the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plain with rosy hue." KEATS. THE autumnal heavens are...

...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...

...words, the SOUL, is deep and into our hearts of our own decay ; but as poor Keats beautifully sings, 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 plain with rosy hue. We have understood, that objects in no fewer...