 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1856 - 800 páginas
...the upland lawn: Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have wo seen him at the peep of dawn "There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That...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 with... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 páginas
...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;...babbles by. 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 páginas
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' 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 woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 páginas
...of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...by.' " 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1848 - 786 páginas
...led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say. " Oft have wo seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps...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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1857 - 464 páginas
...swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn Brushing, with hasty step?, the dews away, " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1858 - 196 páginas
...struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd...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... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 780 páginas
...artless tale relate j If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fete, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have...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... | |
 | Henry William Dulcken - 1860 - 230 páginas
...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,...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... | |
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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... 
