 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - English literature - 1820 - 636 pages
...hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. •...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... | |
 | 1820 - 490 pages
...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...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy book Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ;... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - 574 pages
...Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. II. ' 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, Drows'd with the fume of... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - English literature - 1822 - 234 pages
...budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who...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 - English poetry - 1829 - 424 pages
...sitting careless on a granary 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,...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,... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1829 - 476 pages
...sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies,...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,... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - Literature - 1835 - 476 pages
...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 - American poetry - 1836 - 336 pages
...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. Who...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 - English poetry - 1838 - 348 pages
...whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting, careless, on a granary floor, — Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind : Or, on a half-reap'd furrow...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,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 336 pages
...whoever seeks ahroad may find Thee sitting, careless, on a granary floor, — Thy hair soft lifted hy the winnowing wind : Or, on a half-reap'd furrow sound...sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a hrook : Or, hy a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings,... | |
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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'er-brimm'd... 
