 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd, Recreations - Conduct of life - 1861 - 474 pages
...the hectic lad who is supposed to have written the Elegy employed himself when he wandered abroad: There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...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... | |
 | Choice poems - 1862 - 368 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 poets - 1862 - 626 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1862 - 392 pages
...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, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott - 1862 - 418 pages
...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, Muttering his wayward Fancies, would he rove ; Now drooping woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | English poetry - 1863 - 392 pages
...K'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, K'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead, Dost in these...scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; E Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. "... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1863 - 178 pages
...of Nature cries, Ev'n 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, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Martin Gardner - Poetry - 1992 - 226 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...Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. 'One morn I miss'd... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 936 pages
...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 - Literary Collections - 1998 - 386 pages
...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... | |
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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... 
