 | Thomas Warton - 1753 - 164 psl.
...babbles by. • Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, 1 Or craz'd with care, or Crofs'd in hopelefs love. ' One morn I niifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, ' Along the heath, and near... | |
 | Ovid - 1755 - 306 psl.
...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... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1759 - 168 psl.
...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'i ing MS wayward fancies he would rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with cqre, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. ' One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, '... | |
 | Collection - 1765 - 418 psl.
...ftretch, c And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, * Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. c One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, *... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1765 - 412 psl.
...ftretch, * And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard * Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, * Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1768 - 200 psl.
...infcriptum lapidi fub vepre vetufta." £ PITA*>" 27. ft Hard by yon wood, how fmiling as in fcorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, " Now drooping, woeful 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, «'... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1778 - 182 psl.
...flretch, * And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. « One * One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 456 psl.
..." And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Mattering his wayward fancies he would rove, " Now drooping woeful 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, "... | |
 | 1780 - 226 psl.
...• " That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, "- Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in (corn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, " Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. " One morn I mifs'd him on rti'accuftom'd hill,... | |
 | 1781 - 516 psl.
...ftretch, ' And pore upon the brook that babbles by. * Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, « Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove : ' Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. ' One morn Imifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, '... | |
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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. 
