...the voice of 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...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,...

...led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate : Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft we have seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty...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 craz'd...

...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...

...away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn." Turn and look eastward, and the upland lawn is seen. — " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And gaze upon the brook that babbles by. " Now by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward...

...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, woeful, wan, lik« one forlorn,...

...peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 26. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. 27. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would...

...sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantustic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...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 craz'd...

...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...that 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...

...the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 100 "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlom, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. "One mom I missed him...

...fame unknown" began to be grafted onto descriptions of landscapes. Of Gray's youth it was said that "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech/ That wreathes...stretch,/ And pore upon the brook that babbles by" (Gray 136: lines 101-4). In "Tintern Abbey" the "waters, rolling from their mountain-springs/ With...