 | Ovid - 1755 - 306 стор.
...nigh, lested by the agents filthy stench, He'd pore on books with many a piteous sigh. yonder hall, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; )w drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or eraz'd with care, or eross'd in hopeless love. ic... | |
 | Select lessons - 1785 - 156 стор.
...would he ftretch, ' And pore upon the Brook that babbles by. •Hard ' Hard by yon Wood, now fmiling as in Scorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward Fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with Care, or crofs'd in hopeleis Love • One Morn I mifs'd... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 стор.
...now smiling , as in scorn, Mutt'ringh is wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping , woeful wan , like one forlorn , Or craz'd with care , or cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, ' Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; ' Another came; nor yet beside... | |
 | Robert Blair - 1804 - 132 стор.
...high, 'His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, 'And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as In scorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; 4 Now drooping, woeful wan ! like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless lovo '... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 стор.
...wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mntt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I raiss'd him on th' accostom'd hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came ; nor... | |
 | Mary Anne Neri - 1804 - 310 стор.
...wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn,. Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love." GHAY-. Viola entered the saloon, all her acquired fortitude forsook her: for the attendant, in the... | |
 | Albin-Joseph-Ulpien Hennet - 1806 - 456 стор.
...now smiling as in scorn, » Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; y> Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, » Or craz'd with care, or cross'd...hill, » Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Sans jeter en arrière un regard dp tristesse , Sans donner à la vie un soupir , un regret. Oui,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 стор.
...smiling as in scorn, ** Mutt' ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; " Now drooping, woeful wan! like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or cross'd...miss'd him on the custom'd hill, ** Along the heath*, aud near his f-iv'rite tree; " Anoiner came; nor yet beside the rill, ** Nor up the lawn, nor at the... | |
 | 1806 - 408 стор.
...His listless length at noon-tide would lie stretch, ' * And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, ' Mutt'ring...' Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz d with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, ' Along... | |
 | 1806 - 330 стор.
...His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 146 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; " Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, orcross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd... | |
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There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies... 
