 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate; Maply woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. One morn I missed him... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1845 - 456 páginas
...Jfature cries ; Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...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... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 páginas
...writes:— " Yet in our ashen cold is fire y-reken." (smoking.) For thee,1 who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. [" Him have we seen2 the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 páginas
...u'pland-law'n. " The're/ at the foo't/ of yonder nodding be'ech, " That wreathes its o'ld/ fanta'stic-roots so hi'gh, " His listless len'gth/ at noon'tide/ would...wayward fan'cies/, he would ro've ; " Now droo'ping, wo'ful, w'an, (like on'e forlo'm) " Or craved with ca're/ or cros'sed/ in hop"eless love\ " One mo'rn... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1845 - 92 páginas
...of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the Sun upon the upland lawn. XXV. r " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 4 XXVI. r " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1845 - 92 páginas
...hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the Sun upon the upland lawn. 1 */NEWYOPK ASTO«( LtNOX If) XXVJ. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. •« v M. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would... | |
 | 1846 - 436 páginas
...hy lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit should inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary -headed swain may say, — " Oft have we seen him at the peep...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1847 - 276 páginas
...Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind ? ^ 1 ' I On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious...by. « " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - 344 páginas
...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,...by. " Hard by yon wood, now, smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Asa Humphrey - 1847 - 238 páginas
...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 woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn 1 miss'd... | |
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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. 
