 | 1800 - 322 pagina’s
...their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ringhiswaywardfancies, he wouldrove; " Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, " Orcraz'd... | |
 | Robert Blair - 1804 - 132 pagina’s
...peep of dawn, * Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, * 1 o meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 4 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, « That...babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as In scorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; 4 Now drooping, woeful wan ! like one forlorn, ' Or... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 pagina’s
...have we seen him at the peep of dawn ' Brushing with hasty steps the dews away ' To meet the sun upou the upland lawn. • ' There at the foot of yonder...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... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 pagina’s
...of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 682 pagina’s
...in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead. Dost in the** lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely...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 craz'd... | |
 | 1814 - 310 pagina’s
...by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate : Haply some hoary -headed swain may say — " Oft have we seen him at the peep...wan, like one forlorn, " Or crazed with care,. or cross'd in hopeless love. •' One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, " Along the heath, and near... | |
 | William Scott - 1814 - 424 pagina’s
...steps, the dews away, Tp meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, jVIutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | Thomas Gray, John Mitford - 1816 - 446 pagina’s
...147: " On airy uplands met the piercing gale.' Compare also Lucan, Phars. iii. 232. VOL. I. • B. ; There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 105 Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; VARIATIONS. Ver. 106. He twmW] Would he, Ms. M. and... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1820 - 548 pagina’s
...of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...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 craz'd... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 422 pagina’s
...the dews away, • To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His...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 craz'd... | |
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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. 
