 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 pages
...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...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - English language - 1845 - 456 pages
...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 - 490 pages
...writes:— " Yet in our ashen cold is fire y-reken." (smoking.) For thee,1 who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pages
...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...by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1847 - 276 pages
...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' unhonour'd Dead, Dost in these...Mutt'ring 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... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - Elocution - 1847 - 344 pages
...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,...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... | |
 | William Balmbro'. Flower - 1848 - 304 pages
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as m scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn,... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 pages
...nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. 9 For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard \>y you wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping,... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1849 - 416 pages
...led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate : Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft we have seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - Elocution - 1849 - 446 pages
...may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, 20 To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There, at...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 25 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now... | |
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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... 
