 | Thomas Gray, John Mitford - 1816 - 446 páginas
...147: " On airy uplands met the piercing gale.' Compare also Lucan, Phars. iii. 232. VOL. I. • B. ; There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 105 Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; VARIATIONS. Ver. 106. He twmW] Would he, Ms. M. and... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 páginas
...their wonted fires. For thee who, mindful of the nnhonour'd dead, Dost in these lmes their artless taie relate, If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by you wood, now smiling as in scorn. Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now droopmg, woful,... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1820 - 548 páginas
...of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...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... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 422 páginas
...the dews away, • To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His...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... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 358 páginas
...of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'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, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,... | |
 | 1821 - 282 páginas
...chance, 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, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove : Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 540 páginas
...broad arrow with the forked head " Misses," &c. STEEVENS. 7 — as 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. 8 The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 284 páginas
...Him have we seen the greenwood side along, ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length...cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; ' Another came; nor yet beside the rill,... | |
 | Marie-Joseph Chénier - 1824 - 460 páginas
...Nature cries , Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;...by. « Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, v Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove; « Now drooping , woeful-wan , like one forlorn , «... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 páginas
...of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd ceed ¿he rest of all her race srailing as in scorn. Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one... | |
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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. 
