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...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd 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.104 The figure of autumn...

...several lines in order to achieve a kind of unobtrusive unity. We find this illustrated in these lines: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady...across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look . . . The long / in "by" and "cider" provides assonance of a rather obvious sort; it is not equally...

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...the images are presented as meaning simply themselves." Die dritte Strophe von 'To Autumn' lautet: Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they'.'...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...

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...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...look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. III Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,...

...wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies,22 while thy hook23 Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:...thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20 Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. 3 Where are...

...water, every where Nor any drop to drink. 6. The third, final stanza of John Keats's "To Autumn" (1819) Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?...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...