 | Thomas Warton - 1753 - 164 стор.
...that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wcu'd rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hcpeleis iovw-. c One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, ' Along the heath, and near... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1753 - 168 стор.
...that babbles by. * Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, • Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. ' One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, 1 Along the heath, and near... | |
 | Collection - 1755 - 378 стор.
...that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove; ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. c . / One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, ' Along the heath and near... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 384 стор.
...by. AS ' Hard ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove ; * Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. * One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, ' Along the hea*h and near... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1759 - 168 стор.
...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'i ing MS wayward fancies he would rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with cqre, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. ' One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, ' Along the heath,... | |
 | Robert Lloyd - 1762 - 312 стор.
...babbles by. tc 41 Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, Mutt' ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. *' One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, " Along the heath and near... | |
 | John Newbery - 1762 - 292 стор.
...babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would tove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopel&fs love, One morn I mifs'd him on th' accuftom'd hill, ' Alor^ the heath, and near... | |
 | Collection - 1765 - 418 стор.
...ftretch, c And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; ' Now...woeful wan, like one forlorn, * Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. c One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, * Along the heath and near... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1765 - 412 стор.
...ftretch, * And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard * Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, * Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; ' Now...woeful wan, like one forlorn, * Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. * One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, c Along the heath and near... | |
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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, Muttering his wayward fancies... 
