 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 pagina’s
...stretch. And pore upon the hrook that hahhles hy. " Hard hy yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mntt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I raiss'd him on th' accostom'd hill, Along... | |
 | Robert Blair - 1804 - 132 pagina’s
...stretch, 'And pore upon the brook th.t 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, 1 Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love ' . ^« One morn I miss'ct him on the custom'd hill... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 pagina’s
...And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. Hard by yon wood , now smiling , as in scorn, Mutt'ringh is wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping , woeful wan , like one forlorn , Or craz'd with care , or cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, ' Along... | |
 | 1806 - 330 pagina’s
...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 ; " Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, orcross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, " Along... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 pagina’s
...pi«n di faville, Pttrtrch, Son. 160. •• Hard by jon wood, DOW smiling as in scorn, ** Mutt' ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; " Now drooping, woeful wan! like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, ** Along... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 pagina’s
...stretch, AMI! pore upon the brook that habbles 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 with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. "One morn I ruiss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, Along... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 pagina’s
...' And pore upon the brook 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 craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, ' Along... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 pagina’s
...'-n .' iv :• - i'.-V. -.-.. ". , ' Hard by },on wood, now smiling, as In scorn, ° - ' ' Mutt,ring his wayward fancies he would rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz,d wkUSkre, or cross'd in hopeless loTC.' -"/'- * .•,' ji ' ::- t . ,;, * 'TT - • I-.'* .•.... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 pagina’s
...With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun.* ' 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 with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. * This stanza bas always been excluded from the Elegy:... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 628 pagina’s
...Irgh. His listless length at noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that bubbles 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 with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'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. 
