 | William Harmon - Literary Collections - 1998 - 386 pages
...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. II 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-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of... | |
 | Andrew Motion - Biography & Autobiography - 1999 - 702 pages
...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed 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-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of... | |
 | Edward W. Rosenheim - Education - 2000 - 190 pages
...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed 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-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of... | |
 | Liz Rosenberg - Juvenile Nonfiction - 2000 - 168 pages
...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed 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-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of... | |
 | Thomas McFarland - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2000 - 268 pages
...strong dialectic object to the poet's subject, is so delicately indistinct as almost to be evanescent: 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... | |
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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... 
