 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 páginas
...iSknlp'tshire— not, skulp'tshur. «Str6ze. •iire. «Ni'. tshure. 'Dust. 'Teaches, grammatically. 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 crazed with care', or crossed in hopeless love'. One morn I mined... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1835 - 342 páginas
...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1835 - 334 páginas
...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 of the speech are simple and exquisitely beautiful. it is a great beauty in Milton's... | |
 | 1839 - 300 páginas
...the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the Reverend Vicar all in lawn ! One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came, nor yet beside the rill, Nor at the Magpie and the Stump was he ! The... | |
 | James Maidment - 1839 - 406 páginas
...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, 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1839 - 216 páginas
...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 KfK\LfífVDV TTOTÍ ô<vô/)«oi/, ou тгара... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1839 - 166 páginas
...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 àvтé\\ovTos OvKfTi KfK\ififVov iroтl Sfvdpfov,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 292 páginas
...scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn...on the custom'd 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... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 páginas
...smiling as in scorn', | Mutt'ring Ais wayward fancies, he would rove' ; | Now droop'ing, wo'ful, wan,, | like one forlorn', | Or craz'd with care', | or cross'd in hopeless love,. One morn I miss'd' him on the accustom'd hill', | Along the heath', | and near Ais fav'rite tree, ; | Another came ; | nor yet beside... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 páginas
...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... | |
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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... 
