 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 страници
...have we seen him at the peep of dawn ' Brushing with hasty steps the dews away ' To meet the sun upou the upland lawn. • ' There at the foot of yonder...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,... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 страници
...their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, . Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate ; Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,...noon-tide would he stretch, ' And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. « Him have we seen the greenwood side along, ' While o'er the heath we hied, our labour... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 страници
...relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires, Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who,...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,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 682 страници
...in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead. Dost in the** lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 686 страници
...may say, " dft have we seen him at the peep и f «lawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away TJ meet the Sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the...noon-tide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muti'ring his wayward fancies he would rove... | |
 | John Young - 1810 - 266 страници
...of dawn, " Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. XXVI. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove... | |
 | John Young - 1810 - 432 страници
...of dawn, " Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. XXVI. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 424 страници
...a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more 7 — — a* he lay along Under an oak, &c.] " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech " That wreathes...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by.'' Gray's Elegy. STEEVENS. * — — the big round tears &c.] It is said in one of the marginal notes... | |
 | Elegant poems - 1814 - 132 страници
...of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonpur'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...noontide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would... | |
 | 1814 - 310 страници
...by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate : Haply some hoary -headed swain may say — " Oft have we seen him at the peep...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,... | |
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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. 
