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...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...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 the songs...

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...furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all ¡ts twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou...cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the lost oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them,...

...the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head...cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozmgs, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou...

...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...hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day. And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats...

...brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours bv hours. "VVnere are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they'? Think...hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day. And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats...

...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy imself Scarce watchcst the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring! Ay, where are they ! Think...