 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - English poetry - 1840 - 372 pages
...the voice 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...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,... | |
 | English poetry - 1840 - 372 pages
...the voice 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...beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping... | |
 | Christianity - 1840 - 516 pages
...season has Gray delineated as the favourite resort of the " youth to fortune and to fame unknown." " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by." Which of the glorious tints that dye the woods with more than rainbow splendour, can exceed the autumnal... | |
 | George Willson - Elocution - 1840 - 298 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...noontide would he 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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 292 pages
...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...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Him have we seen the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done,... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - Elocution - 1841 - 410 pages
...hoary-headed swain may say, | " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn', | Brushing, with hasty step, the dews away, | To meet the sun upon the upland lawn,....by,. | Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn', | Mutt'ring Ais wayward fancies, he would rove' ; | Now droop'ing, wo'ful, wan,, | like one forlorn',... | |
 | Readings - English poetry - 1843 - 466 pages
...lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate; Haply some hoary-headed swain 22 may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn,...noon-tide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Muttering his wayward fancies, he would... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured ; and that, whenever he is sick, they have prayers...the recovery of his health in all the synagogues. babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would готе... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate; Maply babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 pages
...tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate ; ply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,... | |
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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. 
