...lines their artless tale relate, If, chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit should inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may...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...

...their artless tale relate If, chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall mquire thy fate, Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say,...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by ypn wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mattering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful...

...relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, — '9 Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. . ^-ЧТЯГ, -'-I, . . =КГ " ' '..'.-•,--, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring...

...hoary-headed swain may say, ** Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the clews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn: "There,...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rovej Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with...

...thee, who, mindful of the unhonor'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If 'chance, bv lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by von wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove: Now drooping, woeful,...

...tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet...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...

...fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, — " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brishing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon...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...

...fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, — "Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brishing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon...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...

...Winters Tale, v. 2. This whole account of Gallus brings to mind the melancholy youth in Gray's Elegy : " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by you wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, would he rove ; Now drooping, woful,...

...memorial still erected nigh." Chaucer writes : " Yet in our ashen cold is fire y-reken (smoking)." Haply some hoary-headed swain may say — " Oft have...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. [" Him have we seen1 the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as...