...head 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...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...

...oozings hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they 1 Think not of them, thou host thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying...sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown Iambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles...

...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...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,...

...watchest the last oozings, hours by hours ! •" Where are the songs of Spring 1 Ay, where are they r Think not of them ! Thou hast thy music too ; While...bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains wiih rosy hue ! 'Then in a wailful choir the small gnati mourn Among the river gallows; borne aloft...

...Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they l . Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While...dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bouni; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And...

...Thou watches! the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the song» of Spring? Ay, where are they Î Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While...wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallow«, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat...

...bees ; Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. 2. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they...Think not of them. Thou hast thy music too. While floating clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful...

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...look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ! Ay, where are th Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble-plain» with rosy hoe ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats...