 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 pagina’s
...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...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 446 pagina’s
...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...noontide would he 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... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 pagina’s
...the voice 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...noontide would he stretch, 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... | |
 | Salem Town - 1850 - 374 pagina’s
...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...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 rove; Now... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 pagina’s
...nature cries, Even iu our ashes live their wonted fires.10 For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 pagina’s
...the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless...noontide would he stretch, 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,... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pagina’s
...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...noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by, "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scom, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,... | |
 | George Hughes - 1997 - 274 pagina’s
...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...noontide would he stretch,/ And pore upon the brook that babbles by" (Gray 136: lines 101-4). In "Tintern Abbey" the "waters, rolling from their mountain-springs/... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 pagina’s
...of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th' unhonor"d dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutfring his wayward fancies he would rove,... | |
 | Robert L. Mack - 2000 - 768 pagina’s
...have thus far formed the substance of Gray's work. As the swain patiently informs the curious reader: 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech 'That wreathes...noontide would he stretch, 'And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 'Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,... | |
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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. 
