 | 1818 - 596 oldal
...voice will ran From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; Thatis the Grasshopper's ;— he takc« the lead : In summer luxury, — he has never done...silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song.inwarmth increasingever, And seems to one, in drowsiness half lost, The Grasshopper's among some... | |
 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 oldal
...voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead : That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With...ceasing never : On a lone winter evening, when the frost Hath wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,... | |
 | A Montagu Woodford - 1841 - 320 oldal
...hedge about the new-mown mead : That is the grasshopper's—he takes the lead In summer luxury,—he has never done With his delights ; for, when tired...ever, And seems to one in drowsiness half lost, The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills. HENRY KIRKE WHITE was born at Nottingham on the 21st of August,... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 oldal
...voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead : That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, The poetry of earth is ceasing never : On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence,... | |
 | 1846 - 872 oldal
...a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury; he has never done With...song, in warmth increasing ever; And seems to one iu drowsiness half lost, The grasshopper's among some grassy hills. KEATS. INSECT EMBLEM. CHILD of... | |
 | 1874 - 990 oldal
...voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's, — lie takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With...fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The po?try of earth is ceasing never ; On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence ;... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 oldal
...voice will run, From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the grasshopper's ; — he takes the lead In summer luxury ; — he has never done...never! — On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wro'ta silence from the stove, there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 oldal
...voice will run, From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the graashopper'a ;— he takes the lead In summer luxury ; — he has never done...ceasing never! — On a lone winter evening, when the t'msi lias wro'ta silence from the stove, there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever.... | |
 | Charles P. Bronson - 1845 - 438 oldal
...the lead In^ummer luxury ; — he has never done AVith his delights; for when tired out with fun 1 If rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed The poetry...ceasing never! — On a lone winter evening, when Ihe frost Has wro'ta silence from the stove, there ihr Its The cricket's song, in warmth increasing... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 oldal
...voice will run, From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the grasshopper's ;—he takes the lead In summer luxury ;—he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun ITe rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed The poetry of earth is ceasing never !— On n lone winter... | |
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The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never... 
