...the Toice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires ! For thee, who, mindful of the unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless...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...

...parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires: For thee, who mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...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;...

...soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who,...beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, •' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping,...

...Contemplation led, • Some kindred spirit should inquire thy fate', Haply some hoary -headed swain may say, u Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brushing...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by," etc.— ORAY. passage, to quit the melancholy tone of the narrator, and assume the indifferent and...

...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,...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...

...their artless Tale relate : If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred Spirit shall enquire thy Fate ; Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say,...yonder nodding Beech, That wreathes its old fantastic Boots so high, His listless Length at Noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the Brook, that babbles...

...in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonour'd dead, Dost in those lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely...yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic root so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the hrook that babbles...

...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...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smihng as in scorn, Muttering Ms wayward fancies, he would rove...

...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, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove...

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