 | Marie-Joseph Chénier - 1824 - 464 страници
...listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, « And pore upon the brook that babbles by. « Hard by von wood, now smiling as in scorn, « Muttering his wayward...craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. « One mom I miss' d him on the custom' cl hill, « Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; « Ànother... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1826 - 190 страници
...labour done, Oft as the woodlark piped her farewell song, With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun *. " 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 care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd... | |
 | 1826 - 310 страници
...listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard bj' yon 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1827 - 468 страници
...wood, now smiling as in scorn, M utt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd...on the 'custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; "... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 страници
...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, ' 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... | |
 | William Enfield - 1827 - 412 страници
...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. " One morn, I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, " Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree ; " Another came, nor yet beside... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1828 - 320 страници
...by. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old, fantastic roots so high, I " 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 care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed... | |
 | George Merriam - 1828 - 292 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, Muttering...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 missed... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1828 - 452 страници
...; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. 12 One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill. Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree : Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 13... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1828 - 418 страници
...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. 12 One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill. Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree : Another... | |
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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, Muttering his wayward fancies... 
