 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 էջ
...of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th' unhonor"d dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;...that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutfring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Robert L. Mack - 2000 - 768 էջ
...have thus far formed the substance of Gray's work. As the swain patiently informs the curious reader: 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech 'That wreathes...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... | |
 | Robert C. Roberts - 2003 - 372 էջ
...who lie buried beneath the lawn, he imagines an old peasant remembering Gray's own last visits here: "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook tha1 babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would... | |
 | John Reid - 2005 - 153 էջ
...soul relies, Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we...that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or... | |
 | Cambridge International Examinations - 2005 - 272 էջ
...unlettered] illiterate wonted] accustomed Haply] perhaps hoary-headed] white-haired swain] countryman 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...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... | |
 | Peter Hühn, Jens Kiefer - 2005 - 276 էջ
...tale relate; 95 If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, 'THERE at the foot of yonder nodding beech 'That wreathes...stretch, 'And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 105 'HARD by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 'Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, 'Now... | |
 | Mark R. Schwen, Dorothy C. Bass - 2006 - 580 էջ
...anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 179 "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping,... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 էջ
...of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;...that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, "One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along... | |
 | Frank H. Ellis - 2005 - 244 էջ
...himself, are faithfully drawn in his own poetical picture,"23 and goes on to quote the Swain's words: 'Oft have we seen him at the Peep of Dawn 'Brushing...the Brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon Wood, now frowning as in Scorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward Fancies he would rove, 'Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
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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. 
