 | Angela Partington - 1992 - 1098 pages
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 | Mark Bracher - 1993 - 224 pages
...(ideologemes, fantasies) that can further reinforce and alter aspects of the audience's subjective economy: 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1994 - 296 pages
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 | 1994 - 1954 pages
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 | Mark Storey - 2002 - 472 pages
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 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pages
...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, 10 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, Drows'd with the fume of... | |
 | John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - 324 pages
...floor, 15 Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the...flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep 20 Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the... | |
 | Willard Spiegelman - 1995 - 240 pages
...valediction poses, or reposes, a workergoddess, his ultimate and most sublime embodiment of indolence: 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 Doreski - 1995 - 208 pages
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 | Keith D. White - 1996 - 224 pages
...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-bnmm'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, Drows'd with the fume of... | |
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Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes 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 sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy... 
