...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...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Him have we seen the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as...

...hoary-headed swain may say, | " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn', | Brushing, with hasty step, the dews away, | To meet the sun upon the upland lawn,....would he stretch', | And pore upon the brook that bubbles by,. | Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn', | Mutt'ring Ais wayward fancies, he would...

...contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate ; Haply some hoary-headed swain shall say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn,...upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic roots on high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch,...

...artless tale relate ; If chance, hy lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred Spirit shall inquire thy fata, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, ' Oft have...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,...

...chance, hy lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred Spirit shall inquire thy fate, Hsply some hoary headed Swain may say, • Oft have we seen him at the peep...upland lawn. 'There at the foot of yonder nodding heech That wreathes its old fantanic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch,...

...still erected nigh." Chaucer writes:— " Yet in our ashen cold is fire y-reken." (smoking.) For thee,1 who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. [" Him have we seen2 the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as...

...hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the Sun upon the upland lawn. 1 */NEWYOPK ASTO«( LtNOX If) XXVJ. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. •« v M. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would...

...of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet the Sun upon the upland lawn. XXV. r " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 4 XXVI. r " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove...

...the voice of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th' unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless...lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore...

...relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who,...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,...