...writes:— " Yet in our ashen cold is fire y-reken." (smoking.) For thee,1 who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. [" Him have we seen2 the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as...

...hy lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit should inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary -headed swain may say, — " Oft have we seen him at the peep...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...

...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,...Mutt'ring 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...

...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,...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...

...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as m scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn,...

...nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. 9 For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard \>y you wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping,...

...led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate : Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft we have seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty...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...

...may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, 20 To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There, at...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 25 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now...

...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,...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, lik« one forlorn, Or eraz'd with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd...

...nature cries, Even iu our ashes live their wonted fires.10 For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...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...