...with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run. 5411 'To Autumn' ide what is right and what is wrong, which course is patriotic and whi bome aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies. 5412 'To Autumn' The red-breast whistles from...

...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...And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;* Hedge crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering...

...this one of autumn and spring: 10' Originality, 138-9. 104 Keats, Poems, 477: To Autumn', lines 12-22. Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too — 1O' That music, it must be emphasized, devolves from the soft yellows and browns of an English...

...the images are presented as meaning simply themselves." Die dritte Strophe von 'To Autumn' lautet: Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they'.'...in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the nver sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat...

...fruition is demetaphorized and bestowed in the real fruits of a season. The question about praising song - "Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they? / Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, - " (23-24) - has already been answered by the verse itself. It includes the intricately punning music...

...riches of autumn. Then in a wailful choit the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne alofr Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-ctickers sing; and now with a treble sofr The redbreast whisrles from a garden-ctofr; And gathering...

...cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core. Then in a wailful thftir the small gnat? mpurn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And Rill-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with a treble soft The redbreast...

...head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchestthe lastoozings hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are...the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choirthe small gnats mourn Among the river sal lows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives...

...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...barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue: Then in a wailful quire the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows,...

...looked his most vatic when he read to us with elegiac languor and Gallic stresses Keats's autumnal ode: Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too . . . We recited obediently, but remained mystified. We did not discuss the poems. Literary analysis,...