 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 600 pages
...high, His listless length at noon-tid< wou'd lie stretch. And pore upon the brook that babble* by. One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near hii fav'ritc tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor np the lawn, nor at the wood was hc.—EUgy.... | |
 | Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 pages
...wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - Elocution - 1834 - 360 pages
...iSknlp'tshire— not, skulp'tshur. «Str6ze. •iire. «Ni'. tshure. 'Dust. 'Teaches, grammatically. Hard by yon wood', now smiling', as in scorn', Mutt'ring...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 mined... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1835 - 342 pages
...following stanza, would be likely to be apparent to the rustic, or could be so clearly explained by him : " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring...his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love." All the other stanzas... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1835 - 334 pages
...wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love." All the other stanzas of the speech are simple and exquisitely beautiful. it is a great beauty in Milton's... | |
 | 1839 - 300 pages
...the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the Reverend Vicar all in lawn ! One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came, nor yet beside the rill, Nor at the Magpie and the Stump was he ! The... | |
 | James Maidment - Law - 1839 - 406 pages
...Molested by the agents filthy stench, He'd pore on books with many a piteous sigh.* In yonder hall, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. One morn I miss'd... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1839 - 216 pages
...now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " ЛХХ« TIIV OÎIK "¿to avTis, (ф' ¿Лов OiWri KfK\LfífVDV TTOTÍ ô<vô/)«oi/, ou тгара... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1839 - 166 pages
...now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. XXVII. xxviii. " AXХà THV OIÎK 1bov avTK, еф' à\ia àvтé\\ovTos OvKfTi KfK\ififVov iroтl Sfvdpfov,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 292 pages
...scorn, Muttering 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...on the custom'd hill Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he: " The... | |
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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, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies... 
