 | 1851 - 278 Seiten
...hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dew away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There,...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt' ring his wayward fancies he would rove... | |
 | 1852 - 248 Seiten
...requires ; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonor'd dead, Dost...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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1852 - 460 Seiten
...chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary -headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Bluttering his wayward fancies, he would rove,... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray - 1852 - 332 Seiten
...chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred Spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary headed Swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook thai babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his way ward fancies he would... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 Seiten
...of Nature cries ; Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove, Sow drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. One morn... | |
 | 1853 - 560 Seiten
...their artless tale relate; If 'chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1853 - 368 Seiten
..." The nice morn on the Indian steep From her cabin'd loophole peep." Comus, 140. see Todd. note. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. IM Var. V. 100. " On the high brow of yonder hanging lawn." After which, in his first MS., followed... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1853 - 384 Seiten
..." The nice morn on the Indian steep From her cabin'd loophole peep." Comus, 140. see Todd. note. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 104 Var. V. 100. " On the high brow of yonder hanging lawn." After which, in his first MS., followed... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - 492 Seiten
...the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty step, the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 26. There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. 27. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 Seiten
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...Muttering 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... | |
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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. 
