 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - 574 pages
...Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. II. ' Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next sw.ath and all its twined flowers... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - English literature - 1820 - 636 pages
...kernel ; to set budding more, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. • Who hath not seen thee oft...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - English literature - 1822 - 234 pages
...later flowers for 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...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep Drowsy with fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1829 - 476 pages
...will never cease, For summer hath o'erhrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amidst thy store ! Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find...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,... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - Literature - 1835 - 476 pages
...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy celU Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-liftdd by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reaped furrow sound asleep. Drowsed with the fume... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - American poetry - 1836 - 336 pages
...later flowers for the 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...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 336 pages
...whoever seeks ahroad may find Thee sitting, careless, on a granary floor, — Thy hair soft lifted hy the winnowing wind : Or, on a half-reap'd furrow sound...gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a hrook : Or, hy a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours hy hours. Where... | |
 | John Keats - English poetry - 1841 - 254 pages
...later flowers for the 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...Thee sitting careless 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... | |
 | American poetry - 1862 - 512 pages
...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...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... | |
 | American poetry - 1842 - 504 pages
...later flowers for 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...Thee sitting careless 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... | |
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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, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy... 
