| Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 472 pages
...peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps•, the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. u There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed with hopeless love. " One morn I missed... | |
| Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 468 pages
...the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There, at...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mattering... | |
| Henry Drury - 1851 - 386 pages
...away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length...Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. One morn I missed him... | |
| 1851 - 278 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, Mutt' ring his wayward fancies he would rove... | |
| William Chambers - 1851 - 200 pages
...the upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic arms so high, His listless length at noontide would he...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... | |
| Scottish school-book assoc - 1852 - 248 pages
...of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonour'd Dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...his wayward fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'd... | |
| 1852 - 248 pages
...relies, Some pious hand 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,...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,... | |
| Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 pages
...of Nature cries, E'en 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, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
| Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pages
...the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 100 "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...that babbles by, "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scom, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlom, Or crazed... | |
| George Hughes - 1997 - 274 pages
...fame unknown" began to be grafted onto descriptions of landscapes. Of Gray's youth it was said that "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech/ That wreathes...stretch,/ And pore upon the brook that babbles by" (Gray 136: lines 101-4). In "Tintern Abbey" the "waters, rolling from their mountain-springs/ With... | |
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