 | John Reid - Poetry - 2005 - 153 pages
...relies, Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we seen...babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | Peter Hühn, Jens Kiefer - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2005 - 276 pages
...tale relate; 95 If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, 'THERE at the foot of yonder nodding beech 'That wreathes...stretch, 'And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 105 'HARD by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 'Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, 'Now... | |
 | Cambridge International Examinations - Juvenile Nonfiction - 2005 - 272 pages
...tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led. Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen...the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. sequestered vale] secluded valley tenor] routine unlettered] illiterate wonted] accustomed Haply] perhaps... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - Literary Collections - 2006 - 512 pages
...tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we seen...babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, "One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the... | |
 | Mark R. Schwen, Dorothy C. Bass - Literary Collections - 2006 - 580 pages
...tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we seen...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 179 "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping,... | |
 | Frank H. Ellis - Literary Criticism - 2005 - 244 pages
...himself, are faithfully drawn in his own poetical picture,"23 and goes on to quote the Swain's words: 'Oft have we seen him at the Peep of Dawn 'Brushing...the Brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon Wood, now frowning as in Scorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward Fancies he would rove, 'Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
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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; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain... 
