 | 1829 - 460 страници
...his Elegy : ' Oft hare we seen him, at the peep of dairi, Brushing with hasty steps the dews nway, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There, at the...rove, Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.' These are the extremes, between which will be met with... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 страници
...tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy *ate : Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have...upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, BOW smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 страници
...inquire thy fate ; Haply some hoary-headed swain may say : 4 Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawm Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the...his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless IOT«. 'One morn I missed... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1831 - 294 страници
...inquire thy fate, Haply, some hoary-headed swam may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dam Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed wkh care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed him... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...unhonored dead. Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; [led, If chance, by lonely contemplation Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,— Haply...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 him... | |
 | Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 страници
...hoary-headed swain may say — " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dew away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 292 страници
...If, chance, Some ill lllC^Ci ffOKfa V111311 OL L1COO miG 1 Clave, ice, by lonely Contemplation led, e kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply, some...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 him... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 278 страници
...fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have...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... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 страници
...hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dew away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1838 - 346 страници
...peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 26. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 27. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now... | |
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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. 
