 | Thomas Gray - 1845 - 92 էջ
...of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the Sun upon the upland lawn. XXV. r " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 4 XXVI. r " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1845 - 92 էջ
...hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the Sun upon the upland lawn. 1 */NEWYOPK ASTO«( LtNOX If) XXVJ. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. •« v M. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 էջ
...u'pland-law'n. " The're/ at the foo't/ of yonder nodding be'ech, " That wreathes its o'ld/ fanta'stic-roots so hi'gh, " His listless len'gth/ at noon'tide/ would...babbles by. " Hard by yon wo'od, (now smiling as in sc'orn,) " Muttering his wayward fan'cies/, he would ro've ; " Now droo'ping, wo'ful, w'an, (like on'e... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1845 - 454 էջ
...the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews awny, To meet the sun upon the upland lawu. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore npon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon^rood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward... | |
 | 1846 - 436 էջ
...hy lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit should 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, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1847 - 276 էջ
...relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who,...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 crazed... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - 344 էջ
...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,...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... | |
 | Asa Humphrey - 1847 - 238 էջ
...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...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... | |
 | William Balmbro'. Flower - 1848 - 304 էջ
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as m scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn,... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 էջ
...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,... | |
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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. 
