 | Readings - 1843 - Страниц: 466
...lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate; Haply some hoary-headed swain 22 may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn,...in scorn, " Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove! " Now drooping, woful wan! like one forloru, "Or crazed v.Kh care, or crossed in hopeless love.... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - Страниц: 746
...tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate; Maply rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - Страниц: 108
...tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate ; ply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen...as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1845 - Страниц: 456
...Jfature cries ; Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mattering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - Страниц: 490
...still erected nigh." Chaucer writes:— " Yet in our ashen cold is fire y-reken." (smoking.) For thee,1 who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. [" Him have we seen2 the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - Страниц: 464
...u'pland-law'n. " The're/ at the foo't/ of yonder nodding be'ech, " That wreathes its o'ld/ fanta'stic-roots so hi'gh, " His listless len'gth/ at noon'tide/ would...sc'orn,) " Muttering his wayward fan'cies/, he would ro've ; " Now droo'ping, wo'ful, w'an, (like on'e forlo'm) " Or craved with ca're/ or cros'sed/ in... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1845 - Страниц: 92
...hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the Sun upon the upland lawn. 1 */NEWYOPK ASTO«( LtNOX If) XXVJ. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. •« v M. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1845 - Страниц: 92
...of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the Sun upon the upland lawn. XXV. r " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 4 XXVI. r " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove... | |
 | 1846 - Страниц: 436
...hy lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit should inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary -headed swain may say, — " Oft have we seen him at the peep...in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1847 - Страниц: 276
...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;...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 with... | |
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There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 
