 ... 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 their...  Spirit of the English Magazines - Pagina 5691820Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Stuart M. Sperry - 1994 - 376 pagina’s
...interpenetrate each other. To take only one example, there is the depiction in the second stanza of autumn sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted...asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers. (14-18) The picture is more than an intermingling... | |
 | Alison Prince - 1994 - 416 pagina’s
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 | Grant F. Scott - 1994 - 256 pagina’s
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 | 1994 - 1952 pagina’s
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 | Robert Barnard - 1994 - 248 pagina’s
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 | Willard Spiegelman - 1995 - 234 pagina’s
...a workergoddess, his ultimate and most sublime embodiment of indolence: Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may...asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pagina’s
...days will never cease, 10 For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may...asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep... | |
 | William Doreski - 1995 - 208 pagina’s
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 | Mark Storey - 2002 - 472 pagina’s
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 | John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - 324 pagina’s
...days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. 2 Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 15 Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with... | |
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