 | Thomas Gray - 1866 - 150 σελίδες
...sw'ain may- say, — " Oft have we' seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies would he rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, " One morn... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1866 - 152 σελίδες
...hoary-headed swain may say, — " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies would he rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Penny readings - 1866 - 256 σελίδες
...swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews a\vay, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There, at the...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... | |
 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1866 - 436 σελίδες
...hectic lad who is supposed to have written the Elegy employed himself when he wandered abroad : — There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...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... | |
 | Charles Bilton - 1866 - 264 σελίδες
...swain may sav, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews awny, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. ' There, at...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ELEGr WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CnrRCIIYARD. 49 ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 σελίδες
...hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There...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 crazed... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 σελίδες
...hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There...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 crazed... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 σελίδες
...hoary-headed Swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 'There...Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. 'One morn I miss'd... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 σελίδες
...hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. "There...babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutfring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with... | |
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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... 
