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...sweet but half-forgotten legends ! I love, therefore, to think of September as Keats has painted it : " Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow, sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next...

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...verse Peopling the lone universe. JOIIK KEATS. 1796-1821. (Manual, p. 415 ) 286. FROM " ODE TO AUTUMN." Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...

...devotes to the blast The best, loveliest, and last, Of his name ! John Keata : 1796-1821. To Autumn, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store * Sometimes,...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...

...cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store 1 Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ;...

...will never cease, For Summer hath o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amidst 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-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of...