 | Thomas Gray - 1853 - Страниц: 200
...There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech. That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, XXVff " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, XXV&& " One morn, I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill. Along the heath,... | |
 | 1853 - Страниц: 560
...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, he would rove, " Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, " Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed... | |
 | Frederick William Shelton - 1853 - Страниц: 374
...abroad as if he had Atlas on his shoulders, instead of the quarrelsome little parish of St. Asaph's. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love." A wife is no Job's... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - Страниц: 552
...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, he would rove, Sow drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. One morn... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1854 - Страниц: 440
...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...crossed in hopeless love. One morn I missed him on the 'customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill,... | |
 | George Croly - 1854 - Страниц: 426
...high, If is 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...rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or crossed in hopeless lov'e. "One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill. Along... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - Страниц: 278
...babbles by. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Oreraz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. "One morn I miss'd him... | |
 | Book - 1854 - Страниц: 496
...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 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... | |
 | 1854 - Страниц: 456
...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, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed... | |
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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. 
