 Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If 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 of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,...  Cyclopædia of English literature - Page 56by Robert Chambers - 1844Full view - About this book
 | Book - 1854 - 496 pages
...relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate ; Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen...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... | |
 | American poetry - 1854 - 456 pages
...relate, If, chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit should inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, — " Oft have we...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... | |
 | William Collins - English poetry - 1854 - 430 pages
...relate, If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen...smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies would he rove : Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, " One niorn I missed him on the customecl... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - English language - 1854 - 504 pages
...tale relate If, chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall mquire thy fate, Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by ypn wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mattering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful... | |
 | Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1854 - 102 pages
...; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, — '9 Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. . ^-ЧТЯГ, -'-I, . . =КГ " ' '..'.-•,--, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1854 - 796 pages
...hoary-headed swain may say, ** Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the clews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn: "There,...as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rovej Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with Care, or cross'd in hopeless Love.... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1854 - 426 pages
...lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, If is listless length at noontide would he stretch, And...rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or crossed in hopeless lov'e. "One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill. Along... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - American periodicals - 1854 - 608 pages
...I think he did not use to read Virgil, as I commonly do there. The scene is repeated in the Elegy : There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. It seems from the same authority that he was an early riser, and was accustomed to walk abroad at "... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1854 - 632 pages
...not use to read Virgil, as I commonly do .there.' The scene is repeated in the elegy — ' There ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.' It seems from the same authority that he was an early riser, and was accustomed to walk abroad at '... | |
 | John Burnet - 1854 - 480 pages
...recubans sub tegmeni fagi. " By the way," said Knox, " Gray, in his Elegy, uses the same idea, — " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by." " The beech may be very well for poets," remarked Nasmyth, " but give me an old oak, both for the character... | |
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