 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 Seiten
...wood', now smiling', as in scorn', Mutt'ring 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 mined him on th' accustomed hill', Along the heath', and near his fay'rite* tree'; Another came'; nor... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 Seiten
...stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful...the accustomed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came, nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1838 - 346 Seiten
...wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. 28. " One morn I missed him on the accustomed hill, 29. " The next, with dirges due, in sad array,... | |
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...spring. Aci. Year's Eve, AAL 160 EVA. EVA. (A Sketch from Ancient Tradition.) "Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed In hopeless love. GRAY. I have been a traveller in many lands, amidst the sultry defiles of the province of Leon. 1 have... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 Seiten
...wood', now smiling', as in scorn', Mutt'ring 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 him on th' accustomed hill', Along the heath', and near his fav'rite* tree'; Another came'; nor yet beside... | |
 | James Maidment - 1839 - 406 Seiten
...He'd pore on books with many a piteous sigh.* In yonder hall, 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 him in th' accustomed hall, Upon the... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1839 - 216 Seiten
...essuyés mouillaient encor ses yeux. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, 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. " ЛХХ« TIIV OÎIK "¿to avTis, (ф' ¿Лов OiWri... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1839 - 166 Seiten
...mal essuyés mouillaient encor ses yeux. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, 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. XXVII. xxviii. " AXХà THV OIÎK 1bov avTK, еф' à\ia... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1839 - 154 Seiten
...cure, o disperato amante. XXVII. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, " AXXa TOV OVK iSov avns, f(f> aXia di OvKfn KfK\ififvov iron SfvSpfov, ov irapa nayav &fVTfpoV l'tfiaf>... | |
 | George Willson - 1840 - 298 Seiten
...wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. 28 " One morn I missed him on the accustomed hill, Along the heath, and near his favorite 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. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies... 
