 | Ovid - 1755 - 306 pàgines
...nigh, lested by the agents filthy stench, He'd pore on books with many a piteous sigh. yonder hall, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; )w drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or eraz'd with care, or eross'd in hopeless love. ic... | |
 | William Giles (didactic writer) - 1775 - 336 pàgines
...he ftretch, * And pore upon the brook that babbles by, * Hard by yon wood, now fmiljng as in fcorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he. would rove; ' Now...woful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. ' One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, c Along the heath and near... | |
 | Select lessons - 1785 - 156 pàgines
...would he ftretch, ' And pore upon the Brook that babbles by. •Hard ' Hard by yon Wood, now fmiling as in Scorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward Fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with Care, or crofs'd in hopeleis Love • One Morn I mifs'd... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 1036 pàgines
..." And pore upon the brook that bubble* by. " Hard by-yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, " Now drooping...woful wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. " One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, " Along the heath and near... | |
 | 1796 - 246 pàgines
...by. " Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rovej " Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love, " One morn I mifs'd him on the 'cuftom'd hill, " Along the heath, and near... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1798 - 130 pàgines
...brook that babbles by. 104 " Hard by yon' wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Mutt'ring his v.'ayward fancies, he would rove ; " Now drooping, woful wan ! like one forlorn, " Or cras'd with care, or crofs'd iu hopelefs love. 108 " One morn I mifs'd him on the cuilom'd iiiil, "... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 pàgines
...scene being pmitted, we have only his Morning walk, and bis Noon-tide repose." " 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. " One morn I miss'd... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 pàgines
...wood , now smiling , as in scorn, Mutt'ringh is 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 th' accustom'd hill, ' Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; ' Another came; nor yet beside... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 pàgines
...yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mntt'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 raiss'd him on th' accostom'd hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came ; nor... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1804 - 224 pàgines
...length at noontide would he stretchi " 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 forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd... | |
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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. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies... 
