 | 1800 - 322 oldal
...their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ringhiswaywardfancies, he wouldrove; " Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, " Orcraz'd... | |
 | Robert Blair - 1804 - 132 oldal
...peep of dawn, * Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, * 1 o meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 4 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, « That...babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as In scorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; 4 Now drooping, woeful wan ! like one forlorn, ' Or... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 oldal
...have we seen him at the peep of dawn ' Brushing with hasty steps the dews away ' To meet the sun upou the upland lawn. • ' There at the foot of yonder...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... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 682 oldal
...in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead. Dost in the** lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely...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... | |
 | 1814 - 310 oldal
...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...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; " Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, " Or crazed with care,. or cross'd in hopeless love. •' One morn I... | |
 | William Scott - 1814 - 424 oldal
...steps, the dews away, Tp meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, jVIutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | Thomas Gray, John Mitford - 1816 - 446 oldal
...147: " On airy uplands met the piercing gale.' Compare also Lucan, Phars. iii. 232. VOL. I. • B. ; There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 105 Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; VARIATIONS. Ver. 106. He twmW] Would he, Ms. M. and... | |
 | William Scott - 1817 - 416 oldal
...upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic rosts so high, His listless length at noontide would he...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1820 - 548 oldal
...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...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... | |
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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. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies... 
