 | Elegant poems - 1814 - Страниц: 132
...of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonpur'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...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... | |
 | 1814 - Страниц: 310
...by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate : Haply some hoary -headed swain may say — " Oft have we seen him at the peep...in scorn, " Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; " Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, " Or crazed with care,. or cross'd in hopeless... | |
 | William Scott - 1814 - Страниц: 424
...steps, the dews away, Tp meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, jVIutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | Thomas Gray, John Mitford - 1816 - Страниц: 446
...147: " On airy uplands met the piercing gale.' Compare also Lucan, Phars. iii. 232. VOL. I. • B. ; There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 105 Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; VARIATIONS. Ver. 106. He twmW] Would he, Ms. M. and... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - Страниц: 276
...their wonted fires. For thee who, mindful of the nnhonour'd dead, Dost in these lmes their artless taie relate, If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by you wood, now smiling as in scorn. Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now droopmg, woful,... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1820 - Страниц: 548
...of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...babbles by. 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... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - Страниц: 422
...the dews away, • To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His...babbles by. 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... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - Страниц: 358
...of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,... | |
 | 1821 - Страниц: 282
...chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate. Haply, some hoary headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove : Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - Страниц: 192
...fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Crushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon...so high, His listless length at noontide would he streteh, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Him have we seen the greenwood side along, While... | |
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There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 
