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...laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay,...borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft...

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...laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring '? Ay,...barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plaius with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows,...

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...laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay,...hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnat...

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