 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...  The Works of Thomas Gray, Esq - Side 398av Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1827 - 446 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | John Sitter - 2001 - 322 sider
...are "sequester'd": Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. (lines 105-8) Moralizing cuts both ways, it seems, and neither the poet's condescension to the rural... | |
 | Kent Gramm - 2001 - 350 sider
...gracious Ann Rutledge? Hard by yon Wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward Fancies he wou'd rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with Care, or cross'd in hopeless love. When she died, a lasting November came to his souL That is when, perhaps, . . . Melancholy mark'd him... | |
 | William Patten - 2003 - 548 sider
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 | John Drinkwater - 2005 - 392 sider
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 | Peter Hühn, Jens Kiefer - 2005 - 276 sider
...'And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 105 '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 1 missed him on the customed hill, 1 10 'Along... | |
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