 | Thomas Gray - 1835 - 342 ページ
...following stanza, would be likely to be apparent to the rustic, or could be so clearly explained by him : " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring...his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love." All the other stanzas... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 ページ
...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 wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. One morn I missed him on the accustomed hill, Along... | |
 | James Maidment - 1839 - 406 ページ
...Molested by the agents filthy stench, He'd pore on books with many a piteous sigh.* In yonder hall, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies,...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1839 - 154 ページ
...di 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>... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1839 - 216 ページ
...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1839 - 166 ページ
...pleurs 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'... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 ページ
...labour done. Oft as the woodlark pip'd her farewell song, With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd... | |
 | Cam river - 1841 - 318 ページ
...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. One morn I missed him on the 'customed hill, Along... | |
 | Leonor de Almeida Portugal Lorena e Lencastre Alorna (Marquesa de) - 1844 - 298 ページ
...length at noon-tide 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, he would rove; Now drooping, woful wan ! like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. «One morn I miss'd... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 ページ
...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed him on th' accustomed hill, Along... | |
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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. 
