...peep of dawn " Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn [4]. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. f 4] Variation : — On the high brow of yonder hanging lawn. After which, in his first manuscript,...

...their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ringhiswaywardfancies, he wouldrove; " Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, " Orcraz'd...

...the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink, With me the Muse shall sit, and think ' At ease reclin'd There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Many passages which powerfully appeal to the heart, and which may, indeed, be esteemed very striking...

...peep of dawn " Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn [44], " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. [44] Variation:—On the high brow of yonder hanging l»wn. After which, in the first manuscript, followed...

...peep of dawn, * Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, * 1 o meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 4 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, « That...babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as In scorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; 4 Now drooping, woeful wan ! like one forlorn, ' Or...

...broad arrow with the forked head " Misses," &c. Steevens. 7 — — as he lay along Under an oak, &c. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech " That wreathes...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by." Much marked of the melancholy .Tuques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting...

...tout ce qui le charmait, Left the warm precincts of the chearful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind ? On some fond breast the parting soul...would he stretch, » And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. v >, Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn, » Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would...

...cast one longing ling'ring look behind ? On some foiid breast the parting soul relies , Some pioiis drops the closing eye requires ; Ev'n from the tomb...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...

...E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes* live their wonted fires. For thce, who mindful of th* unhonour'd dead, Dost in these...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hark ' how the sacred calm, tbat breathes around, Bids every fierce tumultuous passion cease. In atill...

...their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 146 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; "...