 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 pagine
...setting sun.* ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would ' rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. * This stanza bas always been excluded from the Elegy: its author Ira v ing... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 680 pagine
...that babbles by. " Hani by yon wood, now smiling; as in scorn, Mutt'ring 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 him on the custom'd hill. Along the heath and near his... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 pagine
...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. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; " Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 682 pagine
...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, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 pagine
...that bubbles 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 him on the custom' d hill, " Along the heath and neur... | |
 | Thomas Branagan - 1812 - 370 pagine
...that bubbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful wan ! like one forlorn, • Or craz'd with care, orcross'd in hopeless love. • One morn I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, ' Along the heath and... | |
 | 1814 - 310 pagine
...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, he would rove ; " Now drooping, woful, wan, like... | |
 | William Scott - 1814 - 424 pagine
...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, jVIutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1816 - 298 pagine
...roots fo high, His liftlefs length at noon.tide would he ilretch, And pour upon the brook that bubbles by. Hard by yon wood, now fmiling, as in fcorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he woul<J rove : Now drooping woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or ciaz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 422 pagine
...beach, 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, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
| |
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. 
