 | James Thomson - 1908 - 408 str.
...rake the green-appearing Ground, And drive the dusky Wave along the Mead, The russet Hay-Cock rises thick behind, In order gay. While heard from Dale to Dale, Waking the Breeze, resounds the blended Voice 370 Of happy Labour, Love, and social Glee. Or rushing thence, in one diffusive... | |
 | Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1908 - 562 str.
...rake the green-appearing ground, And drive the dusky wave along the mead, 15 The russet hay-cock rises thick behind, In order gay: while, heard from dale to dale, Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice Of happy labour, love, and social glee. Or, rushing thence in one diffusive... | |
 | 1911 - 784 str.
...take the green-appearing ground, And drive the dusky wave along the mead, The russet hay-cock rises thick behind, In order gay: While, heard from dale to dale, Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice Of happy labour, love, and social glee. Or rushing thence, in one diffusive... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 858 str.
...take the green-appearing ground,365 And drive the dusky wave along the mead, The russet hay-cock rises lids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray- resounds the blended voice Of happy labour, love, and social glee. 370 Or rushing thence, in one diffusive... | |
 | Elizabeth Friench Johnson - 1922 - 76 str.
...rake the green-appearing ground, And drive the dusky wave along the mead, The russet hay-cock rises thick behind, In order gay: while, heard from dale to dale, Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice Of happy labour, love, and social glee« 6. Thomson describes the midday... | |
 | Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - 1927 - 1432 str.
...rake the green-appearing ground, And drive the dusky wave along the mead, 15 The russet hay-cock rises t, though large, resounds the blended voice Of happy labour, love, and social glee. Or, rushing thence, in one diffusive... | |
 | Brian Short - 1992 - 260 str.
...rake the green-appearing Ground, And drive the dusky Wave along the Mead, The russet Hay-cock rises thick behind. In order gay. While heard from Dale to Dale, Waking the Breeze, resounds the blended Voice Of happy Labour, Love, and social Glee. James Thomson, The Seasons, 'Summer',... | |
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Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field, They spread the breathing harvest to the sun, That throws refreshful round a rural smell; Or, as they rake the green-appearing ground, And drive the dusky wave along... 
