 | Thomas Warton - 1759 - 168 pagina’s
...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'i ing MS wayward fancies he would rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with cqre, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. ' One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, ' Along... | |
 | 1765 - 414 pagina’s
...pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; * Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. ' One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, " Along... | |
 | Collection - 1765 - 418 pagina’s
...c And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, * Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. c One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, * Along... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1768 - 200 pagina’s
...lapidi fub vepre vetufta." £ PITA*>" 27. ft Hard by yon wood, how fmiling as in fcorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, " Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. " One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, «' Along... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1768 - 142 pagina’s
...' And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, c Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD. 119 e One morn I mifs'd... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1772 - 60 pagina’s
...upon the brook that babbles by . Hard by yon wood now fmiling as in fcorn , Mutt'ring his w ay ward fancies he would rove > Now drooping, woeful wan , like one forlorn , Or craz'd vvith care , or crofs'd in hopelefs love . One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, Along... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1778 - 182 pagina’s
...* And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. « One * One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 456 pagina’s
..." And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Mattering his wayward fancies he would rove, " Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. " One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, " Along... | |
 | 1780 - 226 pagina’s
...wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, "- Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in (corn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, " Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. " One morn I mifs'd him on rti'accuftom'd hill, " Along... | |
 | 1781 - 516 pagina’s
...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. * Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, « Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove : ' Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. ' One morn Imifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, ' Along... | |
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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. 
