| Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...unhonored dead. Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; [led, If chance, by lonely contemplation Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,— Haply...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... | |
| Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 pages
...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...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... | |
| John Pierpont - Readers - 1835 - 292 pages
...If, chance, Some ill lllC^Ci ffOKfa V111311 OL L1COO miG 1 Clave, ice, by lonely Contemplation led, e kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply, some...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... | |
| John Pierpont - Readers - 1835 - 278 pages
...fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, 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... | |
| Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 pages
...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...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... | |
| Jesse Olney - Readers - 1838 - 346 pages
...peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 26. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 27. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1839 - 166 pages
...Couché nonchalamment, les yeux fixés sur l'eau, II aimait à rêver au doux bruit du ruisseau : " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. XXVI. / G XXVIl. I " AXXoко TÍJVO Kaт »Xaos áХш/ífi/os, ¿s TI iтfaapos MfiSióíüf Tis... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1839 - 216 pages
...Couché nonchalamment, les yeux fixés sur l'eau, II aimait à rêver au doux bruit du ruisseau : XXVI. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " АХХоKа тTJVO Kат йЛо'os aX(á/ifi/os, ¿s тi o'fo'apàs MfiSioшv тir fßa, (j>pfvas... | |
| Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1839 - 154 pages
...profonde, Prosteso e lento, al piu cocente raggio, Fiso ascoltava il mormorar de l' onde. XXVI. XXVI. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " AXXoKa TTJVO KO.T aX(ros a\a>fifvos, a>sn crfcrapbs MfiSiocuv TIS ffia, (ppivas rjhbs, x c & f( "... | |
| Fitz-Greene Halleck - English poetry - 1840 - 372 pages
...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,...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... | |
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