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...look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too — While...or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And...

...Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— While...or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And...

...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...or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;* Hedge crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And...

...the last of the odes, To Autumn'. Indeed, the greatest triumph of that poem is precisely its ending: While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; 91 IV. vii. 37-40. « Letters, i. 214. 96 Ibid. 143. 97 Ibid. 193. 98 McFarland, Romanticism, 134-5....

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