 | Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1854 - 102 pages
...relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, — '9 Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. . ^-ЧТЯГ, -'-I, . . =КГ " ' '..'.-•,--, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1854 - 426 pages
...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...beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, If is listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - Children's literature, English - 1854 - 332 pages
...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..." There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore... | |
 | 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 "... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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 '... | |
 | Jesse Olney - Readers - 1854 - 352 pages
...tale relate, If, chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate. 25. Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have...dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland -lawn. 26. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old, fantastic roots so high, His... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 936 pages
...the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee who, mindful of th' unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless...the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 100 "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless... | |
 | Rodney Stenning Edgecombe - Biography & Autobiography - 1996 - 304 pages
...grown, "God set His seal, and mark'd them for His own["] with the "remote control" of Gray's swain: If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred...the dews away "To meet the sun upon the upland lawn [" P "Mark'd them for his own" likewise echoes the phrasing of the Epitaph—"And Melancholy marked... | |
 | George Hughes - Literary Criticism - 1997 - 274 pages
...fame unknown" began to be grafted onto descriptions of landscapes. Of Gray's youth it was said that "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech/ That wreathes...stretch,/ And pore upon the brook that babbles by" (Gray 136: lines 101-4). In "Tintern Abbey" the "waters, rolling from their mountain-springs/ With... | |
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E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, 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... 
