...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...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 from...

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...brook ; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. III. ' Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they...too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft And full-grown lambs...

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...sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or, by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings,...barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue : Then, in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows,...

...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?...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 from...

...oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they f Think not of them, thou host thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying...Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among Ihe river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as ihe light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud...

...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,...wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; ODE ON MELANCHOLY. No, no ! go not...

...head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours bv hours. "Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are...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 from...