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...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...whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a gmnary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Dr on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,...

...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...Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press,...

...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with...

...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...

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