 | William Collins - 1844 - 328 страници
...upon the hrook tha: hahhles hy. ' Hard hy yon wood, uow smiling as in scorn, Mutt 'ring his way ward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless low. ' One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill, Along... | |
 | 1844 - 498 страници
...written, from the " Elegy, " Hani by yon wo»4i, now smiling ач in scon, Alutt'ring his w.iyward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or erased with cure, or crossed in hoi»les< love. 41 On« morn I missed him on the 'cnstomed bill, Along... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1845 - 92 страници
...brook that babbles by. •« v M. XXVII. " Hard by yon 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. Mii.JEW YOUK riJ.-iLIC LIBRARY AbT'Jrt.L-.NOX ASO iLUi-N -O'JH.'/ilMJNt.... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1845 - 92 страници
...upon the brook that babbles by. 4 XXVI. r " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, XXVII. " One morn, I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree... | |
 | William Howitt - 1847 - 524 страници
...Eton College and the Elegy. They arc — " Hard by yon wood, new smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed him on the accustomed hill, Along... | |
 | Salem Town - 1850 - 372 страници
...pore upon the brook that bubbles by. 27. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. 28. " One morn, I missed him on the accustomed hill,... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - 492 страници
...And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. 27. 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 crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. 28. One morn, I miss'd him on the accustom'd hill, Along... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 страници
...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 crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. 'One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the... | |
 | Stephanie Sandler - 1999 - 388 страници
...babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 105 "Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd 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... | |
 | William Blake - 2000 - 132 страници
...brook that babbles by. L • Hard 0 • Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove; « Now drooping, woeful...the cuftom'd hill, ' Along the heath and near his favourite tree; ' Another came •, nor yet befide the rill, • Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was... | |
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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... 
