 | William Balmbro'. Flower - 1848 - 304 pages
...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,... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 pages
...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,... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 pages
...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...Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 446 pages
...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... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 pages
...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 tale relate...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, lik« one forlorn, Or eraz'd... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 pages
...sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantustic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or crossed in hopeless love, " One morn I miss'd... | |
 | Salem Town - 1850 - 374 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 bubbles by. 27. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 pages
...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...his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 468 pages
...Nature cries • Even in our ashes live their wonted lire*. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dei Dost in these lines their artless tale relate If,...by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mattering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 pages
...Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate; Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ~r " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brushing...woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed him on the 'customed hill, Along the heath and near his... | |
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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. 
