 | Richard Green Parker - English language - 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... | |
 | English language - 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1851 - 378 pages
...artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, 95 Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,...the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn : 100 Var. V. 92. E'en, live] And, glow. Ms. M. and W. V. 92. " Awake and faithful to her wonted fires."... | |
 | English literature - 1852 - 248 pages
...of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonor'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...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,... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - English language - 1852 - 512 pages
...Nature 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...beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, TTU listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. * Hard by... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English literature - 1852 - 470 pages
...nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. 10* For thce, who, mindful of th' unhonor'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding heech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English literature - 1852 - 460 pages
...chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary -headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Bluttering his wayward fancies, he would rove,... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1852 - 332 pages
...chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred Spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary headed Swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook thai babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his way ward fancies he would... | |
 | English literature - 1852 - 460 pages
...of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonor'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...dews away, ^ < To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 1' " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantasti&jroots so high, His... | |
 | Class-book - Poetry - 1852 - 152 pages
...contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " 6ft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with...yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic root so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles... | |
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There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 
