 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.  Parnassus - Pagina 161geredigeerd door - 1874 - 534 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 pagina’s
...Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft hare wo ded, yields again To trudge the road, and root so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 pagina’s
...of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful — wan, like one forlorn. Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 pagina’s
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;...Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless lov<?. One morn I missed... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 pagina’s
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1848 - 786 pagina’s
...led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say. " Oft have wo seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps...his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with Care, or cross'd in hopeless Love. : " In Gray's Elegy,... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1857 - 464 pagina’s
...swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn Brushing, with hasty step?, the dews away, " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...his wayward fancies, he would rove , Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed with hopeless IOTO. * One morn I missed... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 pagina’s
...nature cries, * Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. One morn I missed him... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1858 - 196 pagina’s
...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 tale relate...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 pagina’s
...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 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 crazed... | |
 | 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...that babbles by, "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scom, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlom, Or crazed... | |
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