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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... "
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Ajax His Speech to the Grecian Knabbs, from Ovid's Metam. Lib.XIII ...

Ovid - 1755 - 306 страници
...nigh, lested by the agents filthy stench, He'd pore on books with many a piteous sigh. yonder hall, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; )w drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or eraz'd with care, or eross'd in hopeless love. ic...

Select lessons in prose and verse, from various authors, to which are added ...

Select lessons - 1785 - 156 страници
...would he ftretch, ' And pore upon the Brook that babbles by. •Hard ' Hard by yon Wood, now fmiling as in Scorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward Fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with Care, or crofs'd in hopeleis Love • One Morn I mifs'd...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray LL.B., Late Professor of Modern Languages ...

Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 страници
...whereas, this Evening scene being pmitted, we have only his Morning walk, and bis Noon-tide repose." " Hard by yon wood, 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...

The Poetical Works: Of Thomas Gray, ... with Some Account of His Life and ...

Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 страници
...now smiling as in scom, " 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 him on the custom'd hill, " Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; " Another...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray

Thomas Gray - 1804 - 224 страници
...high, " His listless length at noontide would he stretchi " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, 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...

The grave, a poem. To which are added An elegy in a country church-yard, by ...

Robert Blair - 1804 - 132 страници
...high, 'His listless length at noon-tide 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, he would rove; 4 Now drooping, woeful wan ! like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless lovo '...

The Speaker Or Miscellaneous Pieces Selected from the Best English Writers ...

William Enfield - 1804 - 418 страници
...now smiling , as in scorn, Mutt'ringh is 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 him on th' accustom'd hill, ' Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; '...

The Eve of San-Pietro: A Tale ...

Mary Anne Neri - 1804 - 310 страници
...wood, 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." GHAY-. Viola entered the saloon, all her acquired fortitude forsook her: for the attendant, in the...

Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and ...

E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 страници
...wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mntt'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 raiss'd him on th' accostom'd hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another...

The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry

1806 - 330 страници
...His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 146 " Hard by yon wood, 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, orcross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd...




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