 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1861 - 482 oldal
...employed himself when he wandered abroad : There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length...as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rore; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.... | |
 | James Thomson - 1861 - 480 oldal
...labour done, Oft as the woodlark piped her farewell song, With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun. His listless length at noontide would he stretch,...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 miss'd him... | |
 | Choice poems - 1862 - 368 oldal
...relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who...Muttering 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 him... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1862 - 392 oldal
...relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, — Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who,...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... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 oldal
...of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the uuhonoured 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... | |
 | Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott - 1862 - 418 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,...smiling as in Scorn, Muttering his wayward Fancies, would he rove ; Now drooping woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with Care, or cross'd in hopeless... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 oldal
...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 oldal
...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... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 oldal
...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;...babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutfring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with... | |
 | Robert L. Mack - 2000 - 768 oldal
...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...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... | |
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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... 
