 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...  The Oxford Treasury of English Literature - Pagina 309di Grace Eleanor Hadow, William Henry Hadow - 1908Visualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1820 - 636 pagine
...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 amid thy store ? Sometimes...thou 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... | |
 | 1820 - 490 pagine
...it , will never ceatr, For Summer has uVr-bi'inimM their clatnir.r cells. "Who hath not seen theeoft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may...asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy book Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner tliou dost keep... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - 574 pagine
...budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. II....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 of... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 234 pagine
...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,...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep Drowsy with fume of poppies,... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 pagine
...floor, 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...thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 pagine
...floor, Thy hair soft 1 if ted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the...thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cyder press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 476 pagine
...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 - 1836 - 336 pagine
...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 ; Or in a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pagine
...— Thy hair soft lifted hy the winnowing wind : Or, on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the...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... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pagine
...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...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... | |
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