 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 стор.
...nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. 9 For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard \>y you wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping,... | |
 | English poetry - 1848 - 468 стор.
...Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the' unhonour'd dead. Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the hrook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies,... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 446 стор.
...may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, 20 To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There, at...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 25 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now... | |
 | Salem Town - 1850 - 372 стор.
...tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, 25. Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have...the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 26. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 стор.
...relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from tho tomb the voice of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who,...lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore... | |
 | William Chambers - 1851 - 200 стор.
...relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee who,...upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic arms so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch,... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 472 стор.
...• Even in our ashes live their wonted fire». For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored da-to , -« Dost in these lines their artless tale relate If,...the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. u There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 468 стор.
...the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There, at...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mattering... | |
 | 1851 - 278 стор.
...hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dew away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There,...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt' ring his wayward fancies he would rove... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1851 - 378 стор.
...artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, 95 Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,...the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn : 100 Var. V. 92. E'en, live] And, glow. Ms. M. and W. V. 92. " Awake and faithful to her wonted fires."... | |
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E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain... 
