 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 pagina’s
...Fredda Una lingua, & due begli occhi chiusi Rimaner doppo noi picn di faville. Petrarch, Son. 169. . For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead •Dost...dews away, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn [4]. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,... | |
 | 1800 - 322 pagina’s
...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...that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ringhiswaywardfancies, he wouldrove; " Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 pagina’s
...feelings and sensibilities of humanity, in our very ashes still glow our former passions and affections." For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead, Dost...dews away, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn [44], " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1800 - 482 pagina’s
...the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink, With me the Muse shall sit, and think ' At ease reclin'd There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Many passages which powerfully appeal to the heart, and which may, indeed, be esteemed very striking... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1804 - 224 pagina’s
...pious act is consolatory to the deceased themtelves in their last moments, bursts into this beautiFor thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead, Dost in...dews away, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn [44], ful interrogatory. Who is there, what indifferent wretch ever existed, who, a prey to dull for'getfulness,... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 pagina’s
...thee who, mindful of th' uuhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate. If chance, hy lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred Spirit shall...upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding heech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch.... | |
 | Robert Blair - 1804 - 132 pagina’s
...chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spiiit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary- headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep...upland lawn. 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beeclr, 'That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, 'His listless length at noon-tide would he... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 322 pagina’s
...broad arrow with the forked head " Misses," &c. Steevens. 7 — — as he lay along Under an oak, &c. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech " That wreathes...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by." Much marked of the melancholy .Tuques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting... | |
 | 1806 - 330 pagina’s
...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...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 146 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; "... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 pagina’s
...parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; For thee who, mindful of th' unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...His listless length at noontide would he stretch, AMI! pore upon the brook that habbles by. *' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his... | |
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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. 
