 | Ovid - 1755 - 306 str.
...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... | |
 | Select lessons - 1785 - 156 str.
...would he ftretch, ' And pore upon the Brook that babbles by. •Hard ' Hard by yon Wood, now fmiling as in Scorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward Fancies he would rove ; ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with Care, or crofs'd in hopeleis Love • One Morn I mifs'd... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 str.
...whereas, this Evening scene being pmitted, we have only his Morning walk, and bis Noon-tide repose." " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring...the custom'd hill, " Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; " Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, " Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 str.
...farewell song, With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scom, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would " rove; " Now...the custom'd hill, " Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; " Another came; nor yet beside the rill, " Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1804 - 224 str.
...high, " His listless length at noontide would he stretchi " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring...the custom'd hill, " Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; « Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, " Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 str.
...now smiling , as in scorn, Mutt'ringh is 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 him on th' accustom'd hill, ' Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; ' Another came; nor yet beside... | |
 | Robert Blair - 1804 - 132 str.
...high, 'His listless 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; 4 Now drooping, woeful wan ! like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless lovo '... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 str.
...wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mntt'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 raiss'd him on th' accostom'd hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came ; nor... | |
 | Mary Anne Neri - 1804 - 310 str.
...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." GHAY-. Viola entered the saloon, all her acquired fortitude forsook her: for the attendant, in the... | |
 | Albin-Joseph-Ulpien Hennet - 1806 - 456 str.
...now smiling as in scorn, » Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; y> Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, » Or craz'd with care, or cross'd...the custom'd hill, » Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Sans jeter en arrière un regard dp tristesse , Sans donner à la vie un soupir , un... | |
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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... 
