 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 pages
...who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, hy lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall...upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding heech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch,... | |
 | Collection - 1856 - 120 pages
...their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "...foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastick roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - English poetry - 1856 - 574 pages
...Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft hare wo ded, yields again To trudge the road, and root so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1858 - 780 pages
...fires.2 For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonor'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate j If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred...roots so high, His listless length at noontide would be stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering... | |
 | Abraham Mills - English literature - 1858 - 608 pages
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;...lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore... | |
 | 1859 - 436 pages
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 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 466 pages
...of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonor'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so hign, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. "... | |
 | Advanced reading book - Readers - 1860 - 458 pages
...relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who,...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,... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, Oliver Goldsmith - English poetry - 1860 - 422 pages
...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn ; ' l There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His... | |
 | England - English poetry - 1860 - 532 pages
...lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,- — Haply some hoary -headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep...upland lawn : " There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noontide would he... | |
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There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 
