 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 psl.
...unhonourM dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply..." There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic root so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1831 - 294 psl.
...inquire thy fate, Haply, some hoary-headed swam may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dam Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet...by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...unhonored dead. Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; [led, If chance, by lonely contemplation Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,— Haply...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with... | |
 | Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 psl.
...hoary-headed swain may say — " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dew away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There...noontide would he 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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 292 psl.
...If, chance, Some ill lllC^Ci ffOKfa V111311 OL L1COO miG 1 Clave, ice, by lonely Contemplation led, e kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply, some...babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 278 psl.
...fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have...babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 psl.
...hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dew away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There...noontide would he 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... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 psl.
...unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with... | |
 | 1840 - 372 psl.
...unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply...beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 292 psl.
...chance by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate. Haply some hoary headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Him have we seen the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as... | |
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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... 
