 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 sider
...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...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 I misse'd him/ on the... | |
 | 1846 - 436 sider
...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 sider
...of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;...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... | |
 | Asa Humphrey - 1847 - 238 sider
...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...with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn 1 miss'd him on the cnstom'd hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree, Another came ; nor... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - 344 sider
...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... | |
 | William Balmbro'. Flower - 1848 - 304 sider
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as m scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn,... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 sider
...led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate : Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft we have seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty...rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill, . Along... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 sider
...of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, lik« one forlorn, Or eraz'd... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 sider
...sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantustic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or crossed in hopeless love, " One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill, Along... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 sider
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured lore. One morn I missed him on the 'customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another... | |
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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. 
