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...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...winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next sw.ath and all its twined flowers...

...kernel ; to set budding more, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. • Who hath not seen thee oft...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...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee, oft amid...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep Drowsy with fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And...

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...will never cease, For summer hath o'erhrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amidst thy store ! Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find...Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath,...

...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...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume...

...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...gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a hrook : Or, hy a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours hy hours. Where...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume...