...dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder press, with patient look, Thou watchcst the last oozings hours by hours. ' Where are the songs...sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge- crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles...

...where are they ? But, sober Autumn, thou hast music too— While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ;...sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles...

...where are they? Think not of them; thou hast thy music too; While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue :...aloft, Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full grown lambs bleat loud from hilly bourn ; Hedge crickets sing ; and now with treble soft, The...

...sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Stead}' thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder-press with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings,...And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows borne aloft, Or smiling as the light wind...

...Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the lost oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring?...sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles...

...laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozmgs, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay,...borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; ODE ON MELANCHOLY. No, no ! go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous...

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...Wordsworth, from Scott or Byron or Lord Tennyson. But do we really get it much more clearly from Keats ? Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they...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...

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