..."Wtat are the songs of Spring ? Aye, where are they i Think not of them : thou hast thy music too; Vhik barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn -BIOM the river shallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light...

...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...

...sof t-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosey hue ; Then in a wailful choir thcsmall goals mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives ordirs : And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn : Hedge crickets sing ; and now with treble...

...dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou hast thy music too; While barred clouds bloom the soft...

...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 the songs...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...

...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 the songs...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...

...Polar regions, the delicious fruits of the torrid zone ? OCTOBER. ' Where are the songs of spring ? Ah, where are they ? Think not of them ; thou hast thy music too,— While barred clouds deck the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plain with rosy hue." KEATS. THE autumnal heavens are...

...words, the SOUL, is deep and into our hearts of our own decay ; but as poor Keats beautifully sings, 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 plain with rosy hue. We have understood, that objects in no fewer...

...words, the Son., is deep and into our hearts of our own decay ; but as poor KeaU beautifully sings, 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 plain with rosy hue. We have understood, that objects in no fewer...

...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 the songs of Spring ? Aye, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— While barred clouds bloom the...