 | John Dennis - 1865 - 340 páginas
...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 j Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares... | |
 | Beauties - 1865 - 96 páginas
...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...whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary-floor, Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or, on a half-reap'd furrow, sound asleep,... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 páginas
...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swathe... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1866 - 300 páginas
...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes,...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1867 - 160 páginas
...sweet but half-forgotten legends ! I love, therefore, to think of September as Keats has painted it : " Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow, sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 páginas
...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 ; Though the Bame sun, with all-diffusive rays, Blush in the rose, and in the diamond blaze, We prize... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1867 - 360 páginas
...o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Until they think warm days will never cease ; Thee sitting c&reless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ;... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1867 - 160 páginas
...fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the nest swathe, 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, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hour by hour. '' And while watching... | |
 | Woodland - 1868 - 186 páginas
...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For sun.mor has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. X X Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ;... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1868 - 328 páginas
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease. For snmmer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...sitting, careless, on a granary floor, — Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind : Or, on a half-reap'd fnrrow sonnd asleep, Drowsed with the fnme... | |
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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... 
