| Robert Chambers - 1851 - Страниц: 764
...look behind I On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; rove; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless lore.... | |
| Edward Hughes - 1851 - Страниц: 362
...requires ; Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Even iu our ashes live their wonted fires.10 For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost...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.... | |
| Richard Green Parker - 1851 - Страниц: 468
...Nature cries • Even in our ashes live their wonted lire*. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dei Dost in these lines their artless tale relate If,...by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mattering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
| Arethusa Hall - 1851 - Страниц: 422
...Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate; Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ~r " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brushing...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.... | |
| Richard Green Parker - 1851 - Страниц: 472
...peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps•, the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. u There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed with hopeless love.... | |
| Richard Green Parker - 1851 - Страниц: 468
...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 - Страниц: 278
...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... | |
| Henry Drury - 1851 - Страниц: 386
...away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length...as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.... | |
| William Chambers - 1851 - Страниц: 200
...the 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...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.... | |
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