 | American poetry - 1855 - 458 pages
...fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, — " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brishing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon...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... | |
 | Publius Vergilius Maro - 1855 - 474 pages
...Winters Tale, v. 2. This whole account of Gallus brings to mind the melancholy youth in Gray's Elegy : " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by you wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, would he rove ; Now drooping, woful,... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1856 - 518 pages
...memorial still erected nigh." Chaucer writes : " Yet in our ashen cold is fire y-reken (smoking)." Haply some hoary-headed swain may say — " Oft have...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. [" Him have we seen1 the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1856 - 800 pages
...the upland lawn: Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have wo seen him at the peep of dawn "There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That...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 crazed with... | |
 | John Seely Hart - Readers - 1857 - 394 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;...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 pages
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...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... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 pages
...of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - American literature - 1848 - 786 pages
...led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say. " Oft have wo seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps...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 crazed... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1857 - 464 pages
...swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn Brushing, with hasty step?, the dews away, " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...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 - 1858 - 196 pages
...E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these...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... | |
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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... 
