 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 pages
...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, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove, Sow drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. One morn... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 278 pages
...babbles by. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering...rove; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Oreraz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. "One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1854 - 102 pages
...Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, ( )r craz'd witli care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd...on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : "... | |
 | 1854 - 456 pages
...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, Muttering...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... | |
 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 pages
...high, If is listless length at 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, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or crossed in hopeless lov'e. "One morn I miss'd... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 pages
...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, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1854 - 440 pages
...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, Muttering...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 him... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 272 pages
...high, His listless length at 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 rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross 'd in hopeless love. 28 ' One morn I miss'd... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 276 pages
...high, His listless length at 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 rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross 'd in hopeless love. 28 'One morn I miss'd... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pages
...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, Muttering...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... | |
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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, Muttering his wayward fancies... 
